THE BLESSEDNESS OF BELIEVING: ON THE BOOK SHELF AT THE FRANK E. MERRIWEATHER LIBRARY

My devotional is at the prominent Frank E. Merriweather Library!

I am so appreciative and thankful to Mrs. Sandra Williams–Bush, the Librarian and Branch Manager for blessing me with this opportunity to encourage the heart of another reader seeking to further understand God’s promises.

Frank E. Merriweather, Jr. Library
1324 Jefferson Avenue Buffalo, NY 14208

716-883-4418

Give thanks to the Lord for He is good.

Psalm 136:1

The Blessedness of Believing A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises by Linda Mose Meadows can be referenced at the Frank E. Merriweather, Jr. Public Library. Yes, this has occurred in my hometown of Buffalo, New York! I am honored! This is truly a “Wow” and a “Look at God” moment for me. I am so appreciative and thankful to Mrs. Sandra Williams–Bush, the Librarian and Branch Manager for blessing me with this opportunity to encourage the heart of another reader seeking to further understand God’s promises.

It’s heartwarming to know that my devotional now resides in a public, state of the art architectural treasure. The Merriweather Library houses an exciting collection of literary/audio works inclusive of an African American Resource Room, adult and youth reading rooms, a technology training lab, and an auditorium. This impressive, 20,000 square foot facility is designed by the distinguished Architect Robert Traynham Coles. Its artful African motif is located at the corner of Jefferson Avenue and Utica Street. Not only is the building striking, but the notable and extraordinary works which promote community-wide literacy and empowerment are ongoing!

Friends, it brings me sweet joy to know that the former North Jefferson Library which I visited constantly with my (then elementary school aged) son has built an outstanding facility which remains on the East Side of Buffalo, NY. If you desire to freely peruse through my inspirational devotional, and other stimulating works, await your eager heart. I surely hope that God will speak to your circumstance. My devotional awaits you among other local authors in the William A. Miles Center for African and African-American Studies.

There’s no place like home! I am celebrating, humming probably off key and believing that with God all things are possible!

From My Heart to Yours!
Linda Mose Meadows, Author
The Blessedness of Believing A Devotional Journey of Life's Lessons and God's Promiseshttp://blessednessofbelieving.blogspot.com/

WITH LOVE, CLOSE YOUR EYES AND HOLD ON TIGHT TO YOUR HEART!

Love covers over all wrongs.

Proverbs 10:12

"With love close your eyes and hold on tight to your heart." My eyes scanned those words and my heart immediatley smiled. Those words were in my junk email. Had I not been curious today, I would have missed this. What was such an important message doing there? Well, I almost missed these ardent words!

How important those words were to me today, God only knows! After reading the content, I suspect you'll agree! Here’s a timely blog post written by my husband:

A “fatherless son” and a son without a father, all in one
lifetime. It is kind of strange that I have been without a father for so long
and this year and I mean just this year he come back into my life. He has always stood in the shadows of my life. I have to admit he did come to some events: A little league football practice, eighth grade graduation, twelve grade graduation, embalming school graduation and that is about where it stopped until I was married in 1998. In ten years I have seen him for a total of 10 hours and no I am not blessed to at least have a father. I mean I am, but wow. Currently, he is having a difficult time with his health and in rehab for it. So he is a fragile, older man. I don't think he has the energy to resist beign a father any longer.

He is one of the nicest people you would ever want to meet,
so I ask the question why wasn’t he nice to me?

I know a lot of people and they are very nice to me. I have
men who have stepped in all my life and carried on the role of father the best they could. They have taken me to games and events and let me share with their families as if I was a son. The only thing wrong with this scenario is that you are not a son, and my own hang-ups kept me from feeling worthy. That is a good way to describe it, I have never felt worthy of having a father other than my own.

My father, he was nice to everyone; all my friends regard
him as a cool dude. Cousin Chucky would always say “your dad is a cool dude.” Well, I did not want a cool dude I wanted and needed a dad.

This year I am letting him connect with me and next week I
will spend time with him, maybe not a lot but it will be quality time. I have to remember he is my father and due respect. I won’t be disrespectful I believe I will be cautious. I am used to guarding my heart.

So on this Father’s Day I remember my son who I miss dearly.
It is not that my other children are not vitally important. I have three
daughters and two sons and my sons have dads. But the son who was killed was my first child and he made me a father. My son Torrie always had Elijah his grandfather who I know he feels like was his dad. He had Phil his biological father and as he grew into a man really began to connect with Phil and then Phil all of a sudden died. He died a young man. Mike has his dad Mike. I have many other little fellows I regard as sons.

My son Courtney allowed me to take long walks in a stroller,
spend long hours at the park and be a father to him. I remember the day he was born, I spent hours looking at him and it was as if we were talking from day one. He was a talker and if he didn’t have something to talk about, he would make up something. He had a vivid imagination. He could entertain you with his questions and more so with his answers. We had dogs’ together, fish together and his favorite, ice cream together. He was always asking you did you “re-nemamba” something as if he was older. I remember Courtney with the greatest joy. Albert Raboteau expresses it as a Sorrowful Joy. I am so sorry he is gone but he
brought such great joy to my life. I am going to conclude with this; my daughter and I are going to see India Arie this evening and one of my favorite songs she sings is Good Morning. “Listen” to the words or read them.

Good morning silence
Good morning to myself
Good
morning to the pain in the center of my chest It's crazy how much I missa simple
good morning kiss

Good morning independence or is it loneliness?
I know I
said I wanted this but I have regretsI pray for God's will to be done The very
next day you were gone

Good morning to the harsh realities of life We made a
promise to stay But destiny got in the way

Good morning acceptance
Good morning inner strength
I'm loving every moment even the strain

It's crazy how much I miss
a simple good morning kiss
It's crazy how much I've missed
Now it's time for me to live

Good morning optimism
Good morning to my faith
Good
morning to the beginning of a brand new day

I know that God's will be done
So I lay down my pain and
I'm moving on

I know that God's will be done.
So it's a good morning
after all

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Written by: Richard D. Meadows, Jr.

<http://pastormeadows.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-fathers-day-i-miss-u-both.html> at 6/20/2009 07:56:00 AM

Shared in Love,

Linda Mose Meadows , Inspirational Columnist & Author:

The Blessedness of Believing

A Devotional Journey of Life's Lessons and God's Promises

http://blessednessofbelieving.blogspot.com/