Her ex-husband and father passed away about 32 years apart, in houses that were just-across-the-road-and-up from each other. They both died young. Their bodies wrecked by drugs. Their families at a loss to know how to reach out, without being thrown out. Iced.
And my heart and hands longed to reach out to her. To grip the sides of her shoulders gently. Firmly. As if I could will the flow of my assurance and hope and freedom into her soul.
I know Who is reaching out to her. No, these similarities in life and death weren't cosmic accidents. He didn't cause the grief. But He allowed the orchestration of these things to draw her. Because He loves her. Infinitely. He has, for Lisa Marie Presley, the most wonderful, peaceful, sure relationship ever created. The God of the universe delights in her. He created her. He understands the indescribable depths of her heart and soul. Even as she tried to wrap her mind around the foreverness of losing her daddy, Elvis, and sacred oneness with her Michael.
Lisa, Jesus loves you. I know, this sounds like a simple, stupid Sunday School lesson. But in reality? It's profound. In all the wealth and isolation and loneliness and bombardment by us faceless people, you will never find a richer truth...Jesus loves you. And when it's your turn to have someone stand over you...wishing...regretting...hoping...wondering what it's all for...
Your legacy can be that through the tumultuous, unfathomably unique reality of your life, there was one purpose. And you embraced it. Because you saw that He adored the daughter He created, and opened your eyes to the glorious truth that He chose you to bring Him glory. That is your singular purpose Lisa, to bring God glory.
All you have to do is choose.
I am praying the Lord reveals how much He treasures you. Soon.
With love, a friend.
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