Showing posts with label Psalm 27:13. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Psalm 27:13. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

LET'S WALK IN THE LIGHT!

Marina photo by Linda Mose Meadows of St. Petersburg, Florida
A kaleidoscope is a cylinder with mirrors containing loose, colored objects such as beads or pebbles and bits of glass. As the viewer looks into one end, light entering the other creates a colorful pattern, due to the reflection off of the mirrors. Coined in 1817 by Scottish inventor Sir David Brewster,[1] "kaleidoscope" is derived from the Ancient Greek καλός (kalos), "beautiful, beauty",[2] εἶδος (eidos), "that which is seen: form, shape"[3] and σκοπέω (skopeō), "to look to, to examine",[4] hence "observer of beautiful forms." [5]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaleidoscope

Just days ago while visiting St. Petersburg, Florida I asked a dear friend Katherine if she enjoyed kaleidoscopes? I am sure it seemed like a quirky question to her but it was what popped into my mind. What prompted the question you wonder? My answer is that it must have been all that seemed to be happening in our midst, we were moving so quickly, but each occurrence left a memorable impression. It was one great blessed colorful layer upon another. The experiences were pronounced, vivid, colorful and lively. Here’s what I am referencing:
   
(i.e. Witnessing the uninhibited pelicans interfering with the fishermen’s space @ The Pier:    

Possibly it was our walking past the majestic Banyan Tree after leaving the Fine Arts Museum:


Or maybe it was the street banners hanging celebrating Carter G. Woodson.
Carter Godwin Woodson (December 19, 1875 – April 3, 1950)[1] was an African-American historian, author, journalist and the founder of the Association for the Study of African American Life and History. Woodson was one of the first scholars to study African American history. A founder of Journal of Negro History (now titled The Journal of African-American History), Dr. Woodson has been cited as the father of black history.[2]

 The sight of the Miss Florida contestants (having many nationalities)and the little princesses, several of which were noticeably dark complexioned, made my heart leap with joy because this is now the great norm. Thank God! During my youth this diverse tierra wearing assembly didn’t generally occur publicly. Surely it was a celebration for me because my loved ones always realized and said so that beauty comes in all shades and sizes.  It warms my heart that little girls of color can see living, beautiful examples all around them. We continually believe in a world of inclusion:



Or it must have been Katherine’s alterations and outstanding couture designs
which were being donned throughout the pageant:




Countless other kaleidoscope excursions come to mind! I bet you have your own also? 

Gosh, I haven’t owned a kaleidoscope since I was a little girl living in the “Fruit Belt” in Buffalo, New York. Mileka and I were life long friends and generally if she received a gift from her folks, so did I!  I distinctly recall my kaleidoscope being a red cardboard cylinder filled with rattling pieces and curiosity got the best of me!  I did as children often do and took it apart! You guessed it! With my juvenile ingenuity I could not reassemble what instantly had been demolished! My dissecting the kaleidoscope and pouring out the contents exposed the fragile contents and that was the end of that gift.
After pulling apart this handheld toy, there still remained a puzzle about how those few pieces of plastic and card board shapes could create such an array of attractive shapes and visions with each twist of the wrist. I had no appreciation of the collected: mirrors, the filtered light and reflections needed to complete this masterful creation. My reborn excitement has me in pursuit once again in my adult life of a kaleidoscope. There will be no need to examine it and obliterate its beauty.  It’s magical, almost mystical how threads, beads, shards of glass, colorful shapes are transformed into geometric masterpieces. Like our life experiences some of these moments cause us to gasp in amazement and marvel at the colorful personalities, experiences, sights and sounds which can delight and uplift our spirits. We are often twisted by life’s surprises, but thank God for His marvelous light.  
 My trip to St. Petersburg was really God’s way of framing a myriad of events that expressed the hallmark of his presence. The few aforementioned shared occurrences for me beautifully exemplify that His presence is inescapable! 
Yes my friends, the Spirit of our living God dwells among us and His being is all around us. Scriptures can come to life! There is so much to be thankful for! And I felt compelled to remind you that in our simple abundance if we simply examine the layers and activities of our days, then it’s not hard to acknowledge and see the evidence of our Lord and Savior. Come on and feel the rays- it's alright to stop and appreciate life's kaleidoscope!

Just take a look around! With new eyes-see, feel and marvel the warm rays of the true and transformative beautiful light!


I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living! Psalm 27:13 (ESV)

Joyful, Joyful,
Linda Mose Meadows, Inspirational Author of: The Blessedness of Believing A Devotional Journey of Life’s Lessons and God’s Promises and Co-publisher of Eyes of Faith Magazine
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Monday, May 10, 2010

BLESSINGS DELAYED, ARE NOT BLESSINGS DENIED!




Yet I am confident I will see the Lord’s goodness
while I am here in the land of the living.
Wait patiently for the Lord.
Be brave and courageous.
Yes, wait patiently for the Lord.
Psalm 27:13,14



I thank God for allowing me to be a witness that a blessing delayed isn’t always an indication of a blessing denied! In May of 2009 our family’s hearts were broken, just crushed when we learned that my son wasn’t going to be graduating from college as anticipated. Our party plans were senseless, only multiple notes and conversations of regret were the order of the day. Oh, but that wasn’t the end of the story. Apparently classes were missed despite what his academic program card conveyed and thus there was more, much course work yet to be completed. It felt horrible to me, but it must have felt even worse for Michael to be engaged with classmates excited about securing their regalia, class rings, receiving letters of acceptance for graduate school while they enthusiastically planned for summer and fall ventures.




This time friends, my son would have to bite the bullet, display the “stiff upper lip” and share that he’d been delayed with graduation plans for another year. And trust that this was really the truth!

Ever been there?

What must that have been like, to speak those words: “No I’m not graduating yet?” and digest the very essence of that implication! Failure, disappointment must have been ringing in his ears. No one said much, but it was rough on our psyches! And to add insult to injury, more courses, more and more work! The askant glances, wondering stares, voices of predictable doom and our own silent regrets were audible! This was not the emperor’s robe of choice! Was defeat going to be his life’s main appetizer? What must have been Michael’s prayers?




What are your prayers during life’s overwhelming setbacks?


Well just like the admitted doting Mother that I am-my heart ached, tears flowed freely and often, but my prayers never ceased! I spoke life every opportunity, no matter how angry I was. This was only temporary, I remained adamant! My mind kept reeling the tape that hope was alive and well, and God would not abandon my child’s efforts.


Yes sir my friends, it does happen, God allows us to see His goodness in the land of the living! Not only did we witness my son’s commencement, but relished with other parents this 2010 Mother’s Day Weekend was an answer to prayer! I stood unashamedly with outstretched arms among a host of strangers, my husband, father, extended family members and a cloud of witnesses acknowledging God’s faithfulness! It was surreal to be finally witnessing, sharing in each other’s merriment of this long awaited milestone reached! Our loved ones had attained one of their important goals and this was no small fete.


Thank you Holy Ghost, there is real joy seeing God’s hand of deliverance when dreams are finally birthed! My household realizes and Michael can testify that we couldn’t have survived without God’s leading!


Oh it’s a fact that rain storms erupt, thunder frightens and clouds hang heavy and even stir our soul's anguish. Oh indeed; but torrential rains halt and the sun does streak the clouds! I see the rainbow on our horizons. Congratulations to the Class 2010. What a day, what a moment never to be forgotten! Keeping running and reaching towards your mark! We await your testimony!



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Linda Mose Meadows, Urban Views Inspirational Columnist & Author :

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