Oh, dear. Yet another blog post about Whitney Houston (1963-2012).
But it’s not about her slammin’ rendition of the “Star Spangled Banner” at the Superbowl, or the brilliant, ubiquitous “I Will Always Love You,” which, for some odd reason people used for their wedding song (did people even ever listen to the lyrics?). It’s not about her sad, slow decline into a drug-fueled, reality-TV train wreck. It’s not even about the heartbreaking knowledge that she was blessed with and squandered a once-in-a-generation instrument, like leaving a Stradivarius out in the rain.
It’s about inspiration.
It’s about her soaring voice pushing Olympic hopefuls to get up and try to be more than they’ve ever been, just once.
It’s about “learning to love yourself.”
It’s about sitting on a front porch with your (okay, fictional) sister (okay, yes, who wants to have you killed – come on, work with me here), and just straight up singing about how much Jesus loves you because you feel it and because He does.
I wish, I wish, oh, how I wish that Ms. Houston had been able to hear herself, to actually listen to herself – and be inspired.
RIP, Whitney Houston. Thanks for the inspiration.
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