Beulah's Place of Expression

Beulah's Place of Expression is designed to allow for the expression of creativity through spoken word, poetry, thought processes, and divine insight and deliberation. All expression is thought to be revealed by the Divine Creator of the Heaven and Earth. Enjoy your stay at Beulah's Place as you allow the words, in any form expressed, to open, stretch, and take you on a wonderful journey of affirmation and communication.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Lasting Impressions.......

As I sit here sipping coffee, taking a relaxation break from the to-do-lists, cooking, sweeping and mopping, I am reminded that tomorrow is a day of Thanksgiving. I am also reminded that all blessings come from above and it is a privilege to partake in this day of thanks. While shopping, cleaning, cooking, and socializing, we can't forget that others around the world are not so fortunate. I am very thankful, on this day especially, because on last night, while visiting my aunt, she blessed me with my deceased grandmothers fine china. I almost cried as I held the delicate dishes with the dainty pattern of wheat scrolling throughout them in my hands. I was overwhelmed by this act of kindness because I missed my grandmother so much and during holidays those memories of her seem to intensify her absence.

I can remember my grandmother allowing me to assist her with setting the table with those precious plates, and saying to me "be careful love" and "don't chip the plates or cups by clanging them together love", that was her pet name for me and I was always so very careful because I counted it a honor to touch them. As I look at the plates, saucers, bowls, cups, servers, and dessert dishes, I see the wear and tear and the pattern is slightly faded from many years of usage, but those dishes bring back memories of my grandmother, aunt, and mother in the kitchen cooking and laughing, while my cousins and I sat around trying to figure out what adults found so funny. I was always the one that liked to sit and watch the adults and even when they would run me off, I would linger outside the door, not wanting to be far from them.

I am now a grown woman that has children of my own, and as I stir around in my very own kitchen laughing with other relatives and friends, I am still reminded of those times when I was a child. I will set my table tonight with my grandmothers fine china, and as I place every plate in its place, I will remember not to clang them together and not drop them because they are delicate and dainty. I will remind my sons that the plates are a hidden treasure, as they ask me, "why are you crying Momma." I will tell them that on this day those dishes have made a lasting impression.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Can I ever get past this....YES!

I was having a great day today and then I heard the words that made my head jerk back, "How did you lose that weight?". I thought quickly to myself, what weight was this lady referring too? Could it be that she had snuck her way into the back of my closet over the last few months and heard my crying and praying, to my Lord, that I needed and desired to be whole and complete? Or was it the way she said it with a knowing eye, that I must have been pushing back the plate on occasion because the caboose was getting loose. Well whatever the reason, I felt that same nagging in my mind, that once again I have been exposed to the wiles and tricks of some evil force, that wills some control over my emotions. The first thought was why can't people just mind their own business and the other thought was, will I ever measure up to someone else's twisted imagination of who I am.

I am glad that as I was contemplating what to do or say, my cell phone rang and on the other end was a voice so soothing and familiar. That voice was filled with joy and anticipation as the new question of the day filled my ravishing thoughts, "Hello and how is your day going?" I wanted to jump for joy as my mind began to celebrate the perfect timing of my new found friend, as he came to my rescue unknowingly. I was now excused from the cares of this situation by a simple act of kindness. After my conversation with my trusted friend, I began to ponder on how a person's emotions can be so heightened by one word of discontentment. I realized at that very moment that if my emotions were on high like that everyday, then how could I rationally differentiate between fact and fabrication? The Truth finally appeared and began to challenge me in a way that shed light onto this eventful day. The Truth revealed that I must stand and look that evil thing in its face and say with all authority, " I have let go of the baggage of yesterday, the weight and heaviness of my past, and I am now light and free of man's opinion of me." If they do not like it, Oh well..... I LOVE IT!