"Michael, Moira, And Me"

"Michael, Moira, And Me" Text

I didn't grow up knowing of Jesus. I didn't know the Name Yeshua until a few years ago. Before I was 4, I guess I had a normal life. I don't remember anything before the arthritis. My life has been full of physical and emotional pain. I grew up in deep depression. I felt angry a lot. When I was 10, I started liking Michael Jackson. A few years later, I started to love him. I know Michael Jackson was innocent. I never stopped believing in him. I felt connected to Michael Jackson in a way I can't explain. I still feel connected to him in a way I don't understand. When the pain would get too much, I would put my headphones on and blast his music. Or I would escape into his videos and movies. Before I knew about the Lord and before my writing was a coping mechanism, Michael Jackson was the one that got me through. I learned positive things through him. He helped me in ways medicine never did. The day Michael Jackson was killed, it broke me. It didn't just break my heart. It broke me. Thankfully by that time I did know of the Lord. I would not have made it without the Lord. I also would not have made it without my 4 legged child Moira. She was a cat but she was so much more to me. She was my child, my best friend, my companion, my counselor, and my clown. She came into my life the month before Michael Jackson was killed. I wanted a cat that had the personality of a dog. I got what I wanted. Moira was sweet, affectionate, goofy, and loving. She gave me so much love. I could see the love in her eyes. She made me laugh a lot. I cherish the years she was in my life. The day Moira died broke me. I couldn't imagine getting past that. It made it even harder because the woman from the country on the phone  said I had to throw her body out. She wasn't trash. She was precious. A neighbor took her body from me. To this day, I often think about that when I hear the garbage truck. It still makes me sad. I felt guilty even though there was nothing I could do. I know Moira knew how dearly I love her. I don't say loved because I don't believe you stop loving someone when they die. Michael Jackson got me through a lot of painful times. I wish I could have let him know that. I can't change anything I wrote or didn't write. During my worst depression, it was Michael Jackson that gave me the little hope that I had. He gave me a dream even if he didn't know it. My dream was to meet him even if I couldn't remember my own name in his presence. Through his music, through his words, through who he was, Michael Jackson got me through. I am not lessening the importance of  the Lord. But back then I didn't know about the Lord. I know the Lord got me through even before I knew. I have many messages about how important the Lord is and how important He is to me. This message is about Michael Jackson and Moira. I am trying not to cry as I write and record this. Michael Jackson meant everything to me through my deepest depression. I will always love him. I still love his music.  Moira showed me so much love. I will always love her. I still have a lot of hurt feelings from the death of Michael Jackson and the death of Moira. I don't think about it all day every day. But some moments it hits me. It hits hard. I can't think about them too long, talk about them too long, or watch them too long without getting sad. I feel the Lord is having me do this message to release some of the hurt. I don't decide what messages I record and share. I go with the ideas the Lord puts in my head. I want to honor Him in all I do.

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