It's been a whole week since Amy Winehouse passed, yet I can't get her off my mind. Our media makes it seem like she got was coming to her, but I don't agree. Sure, she made a lot of bad decisions, but she's no different in that respect than I am. I wasn't familiar with the 27 Club until her death, and I'm not exactly happy to have attained such knowledge. It makes me so sad. I'll be 27 in a few months myself.
Thinking about her brought to mind Heath Leger and Brittany Murphy as well. Such famous faces, but what did that get them? I feel so undeservedly blessed. Why am I still here when their lives were cut so short? Why have my eyes been opened to so many beautiful things, not least of all God's love, while they struggled merely to survive? Some of my favorites verses in Isaiah 40 say, "All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades..."
Life is so fragile. Show people love. TODAY. You never know what the next morning will bring.