Kaleidoscopes

Looking through a kaleidoscope might be how I view the world-

a little confusing all the time, but ever as beautiful as anything.

and the jumbled mess of the shapes, sizes, and colors are

what define our world quite possibly, what define my kaleidoscope.

But what would happen if we don't like what we see?

Are we going to toss away our kaleidoscopes and adopt a new

pessimistic outlook on life because its different.

Things change. People come to different conclusions,

All I can say is thank heaven.

What if we never twisted the kaleidoscope,

never turned to upside down, shook things up?

And maybe that's exactly what happens every day.

We get so angry and moved when the little things change.

It’s not actually earthshattering that we are changing

from plastic cups to glass cups, from high chairs

to normal chairs, for beds to cribs. And it’s not our perspective.

Maybe because in all the change, in the stirring up,

the shaking around, all the moments , we are trying to

find that one thing, one person, one place, one idea

that won't change. That hasn't changed. Because we have been told

not everything will change. It doesn't have to happen.

The skeleton of our kaleidoscope remains. The circle,

the square, the triangle, the octagon, was the shape you were given.

You work with it. You could go get a new one,

but that is taking the easy way out. And it sounds so good.

On the contrary, when you think about it, really think

about it, you realize that even though your kaleidoscope

has changed into something you may not recognize,

it’s the same things in different places: people, ideas, and

priorities. But the outline, the triangular view is yours.

You see it the way you want to see it.

All the while when we are trying to grasp something

physical, we miss the fact that the physical is all that will never be there.

People go away, places fade, and we forget ideas.

But we have our outlook on life, our pessimism,

our optimism, the ways we find joy and recover from sadness.

And I am one of those crazy individuals who believes

they can hold onto God through it all. QWhen

I thought my kaleidoscope was broken, it was just because I had

not let anyone see the inside of it. When I let God see inside

he shook it up. He changed me. I can't ever figure out

how it use to be. I remember, yes, but I don't want to back.

He made it so much more beautiful by allowing

him move it around to change my view.

And he's become what holds my skeleton, what holds me, together.