Pass the Light, Please
On November 2, 1989, I met someone who changed the course of my life. In looking back, he was a reason and a season orchestrated by God. He was just a country singer from Texas performing in a hotel saloon in Nashville and I was a young girl from Indiana on the brink of divorce. I didn’t think much of it until I left the convention that weekend and traveled back home and began wondering about the road my life will take after my divorce. Times were difficult but when I thought of him my mood changed to somewhat hopeful. Hope to find happiness again, to move out of my comfort zone, to find the life and dreams I was given by God. He was young and going after his dreams on a difficult road but that didn’t stop him.
He actually opened my eyes with his dreams and made me see a different light!
I made many road trips near the Tennessee/Alabama line basically becoming a groupie and met lots of new friends down south. Soon after my divorce I was on the road in my new Chevy Cavalier to Alabama. There I was free from all the heartache I left in Indiana; moving into new experiences.
He believed in Jesus and was raised in a Christian home, but he battled demons with drinking as so many do. He had a heart of gold, an old sweet soul and talent beyond anything I’ve ever heard. He once said, “Glad you’re my friend.” That stuck with me through the years when we had both moved on in our lives to chase our dreams in different directions. We lost touch over the years but with social media we reconnected and it was like time had never passed. He still struggled with addiction, but chose to be as positive as he could. He cared about others and did everything he could to make a difference. If you listen to his music you will understand that. He wanted a better world. He simply loved people and loved music.
Sadly, he passed away last week. Some would think that his light merely went out. But I’m here to tell you it didn’t. I’m currently listening to his music as I write this - a final tribute to my friend of how much he meant to me and so many others. He was a bright light and he did make a difference. I caught a glimpse of it at a time when I felt like I was worthless and had no hope in a future and would never have courage to pursue my dreams. After hearing the news I was reminded of how he was actually a part of God’s plan (and timing) in my life. His light didn’t go out – he’s passed it on to us; his friends, his fans, his family. He inspires me to glorify God in my God given dreams. My prayer is for us to grab his light and carry on. I have no doubt that he is with my heavenly father and I will see him again. I take comfort in that. The good of this world cannot survive in any darkness! He knew that.
We all know someone who has carried a bright light and passed on. They’ve passed on to Heaven, but their light didn’t diminish. They have passed on their light to us. Let’s carry on and continue to shine their lights in a world that desperately needs it.
Have a blessed day!
In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven. Matthew 5:16.
In Memory of Daron Jay Norwood
September 30, 1965 – July 22, 2015
“We’ll meet again someday where angels fly.”