When you think love, think Delilah.
Each week, more than seven million listeners tune in to Delilah. Her unique blend of love songs, compassionate advice, and tell-it-like-it-is honesty makes people feel as if they've just discovered the best friend they never knew they had. Thousands of these fans dial Delilah's phone lines every night, and Delilah responds with encouragement and love, leaving each caller with a specially selected song.
People open their hearts to Delilah nightly, but they've never fully known the woman behind the voice. Until now.
In this remarkable book, Delilah vividly shares her personal strength and faith. She takes us inside her life and the lives of her listeners, illuminating along the way her message that life's first priority is love. Whether telling of a mother's joy or of a stranger's kindness, Delilah inspires us to see that we all have the power to bring love and light into our lives and the lives of those around us. Love Someone Today is a book for all of us, transcending race, age, gender, and geography, and proving that love is universal.
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About the Author
Delilah has been on the air since her teens and hosts an evening music and conversation show that is currently syndicated on more than two hundred radio stations in all fifty states, reaching more than seven million listeners each week. Delilah lives in Seattle, Washington.
Read an Excerpt
I come from a long line of gift givers. My grandpa Mac is in his eighties. He has a pacemaker and he weighs less than one of my young teenagers, but you can't leave his house empty handed. When someone stops by to visit, whether it's family or a casual friend he met at his cancer support group, they leave laden with gifts. He'll go to the pantry and pull down a bag of dried beans he raised before his health failed him, or fill a sack with sweet corn in the summer he still keeps a small garden plot next to the house. When I was growing up he and Grandma kept a huge garden, an orchard, and a few head of cattle.
At least six species of berries grew on their little farm. When you drove away after a visit your backseat and your trunk were filled to the brim with crunchy apples, sweet peas, huge heads of cabbage, snap beans, tender sweet carrots, and a few steaks from the deep freeze. If Grandpa had gone fishing early that day, you'd leave with a fresh salmon or a trout packed in a Styrofoam cooler on the seat next to you.
My father's family was much the same. They gardened, fished, and dug clams almost every day. When Grandpa Luke wasn't out on the water he was working in his wood shop; he was a master craftsman. He turned out glorious handmade myrtle-wood bowls, platters, and candleholders.
While he worked amidst the curled wood shavings, my grandmother was in the house crocheting. Granted, her color schemes left something to be desired, but us grandkids always had a new hat to wear on the always chilly Oregon beach, a new comforter to throw on our beds. My family wasn't rich, but they always had something to give to others.
As I got older I discovered I didn't enjoy the carful of corn nearly as much as the time spent with Grandma Mac in the garden while she picked it. I rarely wore Grandma Luke's orange-and-lime-green stocking caps, but I loved to watch her fingers fly as she made them. I discovered it wasn't the gift nearly as much as the time that went into it that really mattered.
Over the years, I have received some wonderful gifts: extravagant bouquets of yellow roses, cut crystal bowls, lead-glass clocks. I've won awards and plaques and gift certificates to exquisite restaurants. But the most precious gifts I've been given are less tangible the gifts of time I've been granted by God, time spent with those I love.
And they haven't all been pleasant times. The lessons I have learned from times of struggle, times of confusion, and times of pain have all been gifts that have helped me to become who I am.
The times I've spent alone have helped me to appreciate the true gifts of marriage, family, friendship, and motherhood. Time spent with my children, my grandparents, my mother, my brothers and sisters, my husband, and my friends is far sweeter as a result. Even time spent with a complete stranger, connecting in some small way, is a beautiful gift worth treasuring.
When I was in my twenties I was driven by ambition. I felt a need to prove myself to my strict, demanding father and to others whose approval was vital to me. I wanted to succeed, and I worked hard at my job. But in the difficult and capricious world I chose, it matters little how hard you work or how good you are at what you do. The average stay of an "air personality" at any one radio station can be as brief as eighteen months. In other words, you get fired a lot, and I was no exception. In fact, I've contributed generously to that statistic.
It took years, and more than a few mistakes, before I really, truly realized the value of time and how important it is to spend it wisely, to invest it. I began to understand that the things we most treasure are not necessarily things at all. I heard a man named Mike McKorkle speak one day, and the gist of his talk was this: In the end, there will be only two questions God will ask you. What did you do with me? And what did you do with the people I put in your life? He'll want to know if you loved them. Did you care for them? Did you spend time with them? These questions still burn in my heart.
So, my house is usually something of a disaster. I would much rather invest time watching my infant son learn to pull himself up into the kitchen drawers than organize them. I would rather watch my daughter create wonderful works of art for our refrigerator than hang the collection that's been stored in my attic forever.
I love spending time with my husband, talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes, when the kids are in school and we can find a baby-sitter for the two younger ones, we go out on a date for lunch or walk along the beach near our home. I value these gifts of time far more than the little gold earrings he gave me for Christmas.
I love spending time with my sister and her family. I'd rather spend an afternoon in her cozy backyard having a picnic than going to a movie or a Broadway play...well, maybe I could go to the picnic and then to the play!
The sad thing about these gifts of time is, we often don't recognize them for what they are until the moment is past. We don't savor the moment, the hour, the week until years later, when it might be too late to acknowledge the gift.
I have a friend who is also in radio. She got a phone call one night from a lonely young woman who had been kicked out of her parents' home some years past. The woman said something profound: "If I had known it was my last night at home, I would have enjoyed it more." How often do you feel that way?
If I had known it was my last time talking with my brother on the phone, just before his plane crashed, would I have enjoyed the conversation more? Would I have said something that needed saying? If I had known how fast my children would grow, would I have enjoyed the hours watching them sleep more? Would I have spent more time walking with them through the woods looking for imaginary wild animals, and less time ordering them to clean their rooms?
Time is, at its core, a gift of love. Every night on the radio, I encourage my listeners: "Love someone." One of the easiest ways to show someone how much you love them is to give them your time. The time we spend with others, the small moments we share in our busy lives, are the most precious gifts we can give or receive.
But even more important, you must know that time is always passing. When you fully understand this, you'll never let a moment of it get away from you without making sure you're caught in the act of giving love to someone. It can't wait until tomorrow.
This book is my gift of time and love to you. I hope it will help you to become more alert and watchful, to recognize the gifts you are given as they arrive, moment by moment, and to use them, savor them now, today. The more watchful you are, the more alive you'll be, and the more vivid and sweet will be the memories you'll have, to keep.
When you see an opportunity to share your time with others your parents, your children, or the stranger you run into on the street I hope you'll embrace it passionately, giving your time freely and enjoying it to the fullest. My hope is that this book will inspire you to worry less, perhaps work less, organize less, and spend more time connecting with the people in your life, giving of yourself and showing them your love.
If you knew this were your last day, what would you do?
Copyright © 2001 by Jones Broadcast Programming, Inc., and Delilah
Table of Contents
A Time to Be Born
A Time to Die
A Time to Plant
A Time to Pull Up What Is Planted
A Time to Break Down
A Time to Build Up
A Time to Weep
A Time to Laugh
A Time to Mourn
A Time to Dance
A Time to Embrace
A Time to Refrain from Embracing
A Time to Keep Silence
A Time to Speak
A Time to Gather Stones Together
A Time to Love
What People are Saying About This
Love Someone Today touched a spot in me that lies dormant all too often...that little piece of humanity that instantly makes you feel connected. This little book contains some big lessons on living and loving.
Delilah has lived, really lived, and the life lessons she has absorbed are wonderful guideposts to all of us who are trying to find our way. How lucky we are that she has chosen to share all of this with us.
This beautiful book shows us the compassionate heart behind the comforting voice. Anyone who has heard Delilah on the air knows she speaks Truth; anyone who reads this book will be inspired by this wonderful woman.
Talking with Delilah is like talking with an old friend.