Monday, May 9, 2022

Talking to GOD and Stepping On

 Yesterday was Mother’s Day and it was bittersweet because, though I received calls, texts, and gifts a plenty from my husband and my children, I missed my Momma, so I did a tribute poem in her memory which I have included below. And while my missing her is ever with me, I talk (in the poem) about how she equipped me to stay in the vineyard and keep working for the LORD come what may. (cont. tomorrow)

She taught me to read my Bible and pray

And I used that teaching on yesterday

To get me through the pain of missing her

And did a bit of teaching as I reminded

Everyone that life, death, life is the way

That Our lives have been set up by GOD

Thus saying that losing mothers and other loved ones

Is just our life’s process

And if we maintain our trust in Him

At the end of life, we will be blessed.


Here is the poem from yesterday:

GOD’s Way

Another Mother’s Day with my Momma gone

But that has to be okay

Though that is a hard thing for me to say

Yet, she prepared me as best as she could

For her departing day

So that I could be reunited with her

When I reached the end of my life’s way.


She planted the seeds of faith in me

About her loving GOD’s way

When I was just a child 

And she nurtured and watered the seeds

And watched me grow in them while

I fed from the plants as I had need.


My Momma, with her infinite love

Prepared me for my lonely walk

A walk that I would embark upon

When she, alas, was gone

And I, her baby, would be forced to walk alone.


I no longer cavort with a child’s carefree glide

But now walk with a wounded, battle-hardened soldiers stride

Determined to see my Momma again

When I am called to my eternal home

By JESUS, my GOD and FRIEND.

(Based on Psalm 78:6-7.)


Saying Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers and offering this poem as a tribute to my Momma (R.I.P.)






Tuesday, April 5, 2022

I’d Rather...

What is the opposite of rose tinted glasses? Negativism or cynicism could be the opposite.
And why does the world hate it when a Christian continually has a smile on their face? Could it be that the old adage that misery loves company is in play here?
And why would a Christian just keep a smile on their face anyway, as if they have some miraculous secret that the rest of the world doesn’t?
I submit that they do and I will be discussing that thought in the prose part of my upcoming book, Excelsior.

Friday, January 28, 2022

BYDWP

 BYDWP

What is it and 

What does it mean to me?



BYDWP 

This is the essence of MY faith, you see 

Because no matter what disturbs my day 

I always fall back on 

The privilege I have to pray. 

BYDWP


BYDWP

Is all I really need to say 

Because there is no better way 

To begin or end your day 

Because BYDWP is the banner that 

Has carried and sustained me 

So, the last thought that I want 

To leave with you about prayer is BYDWP.



Sunday, January 16, 2022

Stubborn Faith

 

That GOD has always been

Able to reach into the highest echelon

To obtain favor for HIS chosen 

Is a fact that is tried and true

So, I just wanted to remind you

To never give up and to hold on

To that “stubborn faith” because

GOD has determined that, to you

Enough has been done.




Tuesday, December 7, 2021

9 Books and Counting

 I posted this several years ago and thought it was prudent to repost today. 

12/5/15, 4:21 AM

She was told that a goal was set for her

And she came to believe it

Then with determination

And bulldog tenacity

She labored to achieve it.

It has been said, "Children learn what they live." That is a true statement for I am an example of it.


Folks, I will not pester you with my blog posts, unnecessarily. It just so happens that I have been inspired tremendously two days in a row, so I took the liberty of reposting my blog from today.


As a child, it was drilled into me to be kind to others. I was told that Jesus liked and expected it. Okay, so I practiced being kind and as a result, I am a kind adult. 


Another case in point, I had a geometry teacher who was very strict. I don't know who she thought I was, but she saw something in me that I did not fully know was there. She told me repeatedly and told the class too, that I was very smart, but that I was lazy. Folks, this was a unified geometry class! I resented her making that statement and calling me lazy. I resented her thinking I was not doing all that I could in my work in her class. I remember thinking, "I don't know who she thinks I am, but I am giving this class all that I have." Well wouldn't you know it, as a result of her statement, some of my classmates started to ask me questions about some of the theorems, postulates, etc. and I endeavored to answer. It came to be that whenever the "smartest" people in the class were trying to come up with an answer to something and couldn't agree, they always, somehow included me. I remember one time specifically that we were having a similar discussion and I was asked for my input, which I gave. I was ridiculed and laughed to scorn about my answer. When our teacher came into the room, I was in tears saying how I never said I was smart and saying that they asked me what I thought and I told them. We had all gotten quiet when the teacher entered. She asked what all of the arguing was about and the "smartest" girl said that we were having a discussion about a correct way to apply, whatever. (Have to forgive me here because I do not even remember what point was being argued.) Anyway, you know it, it turned out that I was right. The "smartest" girl argued with the teacher about how "she" (meaning me) could be right. Yeah, folks she was looking at my outside trappings and not listening to what I was saying because she thought nothing good could come out of me, surely. I still laugh about that sometimes today, but I took a big lesson with me from that point on in my life. I realized that while I might not be the "sharpest crayon in the box", I could hold my own. I took on a new respect for that geometry teacher and for myself. Of course, I realize now, that the Lord had a hand in the whole proceedings.


So, what did I do with the lesson that I learned? I kept it in my heart and used it to nurture my spirit when I finally made it to college and was thrown in with, what to my mind, were "great brains." I held my own in most college classes and sometimes led the discussion. And that is not all that I did with the lesson that I learned, I used that same tactic with my kids in my classes when I became a teacher. And you know what, it worked! I had my children bemoaning the fact that they had me for a teacher at the beginning of the year, only to thank me profusely at the end of the year for a challenging class and for teaching them to think. I set high expectations for them, told them they could do it repeatedly and they did! And get this, by the end of the year, they were challenging me! They would beg me for something challenging, projects, etc. That's a laugh! 


I recall reading somewhere of a Carpenter who was not deemed "good enough" to be listened to. And where is He today? Sitting on the right hand of His FATHER, in preparation of returning to get His church.

If you have a persistent dream to do something and it will not go away, put the Lord in front of you, lean on Him and reach for your dream. Who knows, may be meant to be.

About children, they can and will learn whatever we teach them and push them toward, be it academic excellence, love or hate.

Lastly, you "Can do all things through Christ, Who strengthens you." Do it and do it to His glory! 


I did

I do

And will continue.


Doing What I Can, While I Can

Alma Jones


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Saturday, November 20, 2021

How Did I Make It?

 Luther Barnes put into a song a sentiment that I have used to carry me all these years.

The title of the song is “GOD’s Grace”. The first  couple of lines of the song say,

How did I make it, all these years

How did I make it this far?” 

 The song gives praise and thanks to GOD for HIS amazing grace and those are my sentiments exactly! For I know what it is to be in want as a child when compared to the material goods of others. I know what it is to be lifted higher than anybody thought I could go! And I know that the heights I’ve reached, though to some may seem small, are but by the grace of God. And it is where HE deemed I should be.

You see, after my Momma and daddy separated, I became to the world, “a fatherless one.” So, I learned to live with the ridicule that comes with living with few material goods and laboring under the “You ain’t got no daddy slogan.” I learned when other kids had a tiff with some child or another and they wailed out, “I’m gonna tell my daddy,” and they went running off to tell him, that I didn’t have the luxury of having a daddy at home who I could go running to like that.

But, you know what folks, I learned that GOD loved me and I learned to tell HIM all of my problems. If it worried me, I ran to tell GOD. I ran in my mind to HIM until I could get home by myself and let my tears flow as I emptied my heart to HIM. I learned that the fatherless are looked upon with extra tenderness by HIM. (Deuteronomy 10:18, Psalm 82:3, Hosea 14:3) I learned. I learned how to tell HIM, thank HIM, and praise HIM.


And I learned, as HE allowed me to be taught, how to share the knowledge of HIS love with others, the more the merrier, and hence my blog to you this morning and my numerous books that HE allowed (through HIS glory) me to pen.  Somebody might think, “You surely do brag a lot on God.” To that I say, you are right, yes I do. But if you never get tired of bragging on your earthly daddy, how much more  should I brag on the one who has carried me and you all these years and WHOSE power supersedes any man’s power?! 

How did Alma make it all these years? She made it by the grace of GOD and I stand on the top of the place where HE has put me and I yell to the world, “GOD’s Grace!” 





Be blessed today, y’all and read with a reassurance of faith from a fatherless one that HE has carried all these years! HE loves us all and will take care of us all...if we let HIM. 




Monday, October 25, 2021

One of My Friends



Became introspective upon

Hearing of the passing of a dear friend

There comes a time when you 

Realize that all that has not been

Will never be

As you turn your sagacious gaze

Toward ever-beckoning eternity.©

Thursday, September 23, 2021

Calling Card

More than one person said to me, “Sis. Alma, it’s like you are right here in the room with me when I’m reading your books.” I replied, “Good, because  that is exactly the kind of warm feeling tone I wanted my books to have. I wanted a person reading them to feel as if she were sitting down talking to me and had my undivided attention!” 

After I have gone you will know that I have been here, because I am leaving my calling card of inspirational love (my books). You see, I just walk in a CHRISTlike fashion. I add my testimony to that great crowd of witnesses that have sung GOD’s praises for ages. The Bible was written before time for our learning. One of the things we learn is of GOD’s love through CHRIST, for us. “Let the redeemed of the LORD say so.” (Psalm 107:2, KJV) My legacy is my “say so.” 

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Every Day I Pray





Every day

Every day I pray

For you


For me


And for our country 


Because I know how powerful


Our GOD is and


What HE can do


For my past attests to


The lovingkindness, justice,


And righteousness that


Is in HIS powerful hand!


Wednesday, September 8, 2021

A Caring Touch

 Let your touch be one that heals

Whatever it may feel

Let your caring flow


Thru your fingers


Wherever you may go


‘cause the gift that you were given


Requires that you give back much


For you bear that gift for nought


But to help wounded soldiers who


On the battlefield have fought.






From me to you
As the waves caress the shore
The love that GOD has given,
From vessel to vessel, 
Lasts forevermore...

Tuesday, August 31, 2021

There Comes a Time

 There comes a time when some unreached goals or desires are just that, and for the most part,

will remain so. There comes a time when other goals are made secondary or left behind and 


getting one’s house in order becomes the chief objective. Sometimes this comes about because 


of a new or rediscovered faith in GOD. At other times, catastrophic things such as the current 


pandemic cause people to reprioritize their thinking about what is most important.



New Faith, Rediscovered Faith, or Pandemic

It ought to make you think...

If you have been harboring hatred 

In your heart toward your fellowman 

That change of heart may have

You thinking that you need to mend

Your ways while you can.


I could have taken this poem on

For a few verses more

But, there is no need

Because I have given you some

Fodder for the teeth of your mind

To chew upon, as this morning’s words 

Cause you to take heed.©


Monday, June 28, 2021

Maintaining Hope

 Never forget that Matthew 19:26 says that “All things are possible with GOD.”

Hold on to that thought as you look toward the future with...


GOD has carried us far; let’s remain one nation under HIM as we (people of all colors) pray for the situation in Florida. 

Monday, June 21, 2021

I’m Struggling

 This is a conversation that I had with a friend of mine recently.


“OK you go weekly. Stop that... I know that sounds harsh, but when I lost my Momma, I went to her grave every day that GOD sent. And I was just as torn up everyday. THEN, I had a friend who told me words to the effect of what I just said to you. She was a Christian woman and she told me that my Momma was not in that grave anyway. She told me that only her body was there, anyway. Then I started crying and said to her, but that's my Momma! And yes I was crying loudly when I said that. She told me that my Momma would not want me making myself sick with stress by visiting her gravesite every day.


Sweetie, then she said something that shocked me down to my toes! And you know what it was? She told me that she was a grief counselor and that in her training class, they were taught to teach the grieving not to visit the gravesite but once a year, maybe twice! I was shocked and angry because she didn't understand because we were talking about my Momma!

She hung right with me and never missed a beat and said, ‘Yes, I know that was your Momma, but if you don't stop going to that grave every day, you will NEVER get better.’ I was shocked and mad at her; then she softened her tone and quietly told me that each time I went to her gravesite, I was rubbing salt in an open wound. She told me that each time I went, I was waking the pain back up, thereby never giving it time to heal. I didn't believe her and was mad at her, but her next words stopped me. 

She told me that in a year when I went back to the gravesite, the pain would come back for a little while but not nearly as bad as it had been and would last only a few days. And she told me not to feel bad or ashamed when in a few days, I actually laughed out loud with joy about something. 

I was still mad at her, but she said, stay away for a week and see if you don't start to feel better? 

Yes, my child, she was right. At the end of that week I told her that she was right. She said, “I don't know why it works that way, but it does and that is the way that grief counselors tell us in class.”

 She never said another word to me about that, but I saw the care of GOD in giving me a friend who later became a grief counselor. No, I never went to a grief counselor because GOD sent one to me in the person of one of my best friends. And I know HE knew how much my Momma meant to me because we did everything together and discussed everything and I do mean everything! And that's why I think HE had a good friend of mine to become a grief counselor years before I lost my Momma and I didn't even know this friend of mine was one, but GOD did. You see, HE knew that one day on down through the years that Alma, HIS little child, was going to need a strong but friendly grief counselor. And I saw GOD's love wrapping HIS arms around me through that best friend of mine that HE had prepared years earlier. I saw this as a way HE was letting me know, ‘I've got you; I see your pain and I'm helping you.’ And every since then, I've continued to walk with HIM; I've continued to trust HIM. 

I thought at the time then nothing else in this world could hurt me worse, but you, my darling, have had the worst thing to happen to you because you have lost a child. 

I want you to remember something that you taught your baby when she was little. Remember when she would get a sore that scabbed over and you had to tell her that her sore would never heal if she did not stop picking the scab off. Well, baby, you cannot keep ripping the scab from your grief wound.  You gotta let it go. You gave her the best years that you could, so much so that you did everything that you could together. But you've got to let go because if you don't, you're going to destroy yourself. 


Every time you go back to the grave you are ripping that scab off that sore again. I know this sounds tough and hard but it's not honey, it's just necessary and you have to let go baby you have to let go because you have to heal and that is what your daughter would want for you. 

If you have to scream in your house then scream, but  don't go back to the gravesite. Just like a sore time will heal it if you stop picking the scab from it. 

And yes, I know you know that you might be going along in your kitchen doing your chores, and get hit with this wave of grief so large that you ball up and just cry, but when the crying spell is over, you will go on until you get the next crying spell. You'll find that your crying spells will happen less and less and of shorter duration. One day you'll go maybe a whole day without crying and then one day you might find yourself belly-laughing about something only to feel guilty about laughing.  But the grief counselor had already told me that I might do that, so I started reading up on grief and found as I read up on it, that it is a part of the grief process to feel guilty for laughing because it's like their life is ended and you don't have a right to laugh anymore. But, yes you do, because your soul is healing and your daughter would want you to heal, just like I want you to heal and you know she would. 


 And don't get mad at me because I told you not to go to the gravesite. I'm just telling you what my grief counselor told me and it helped me with my grief.

GOD bless you and I'll see you this week to wrap you in my arms.”


That is a part of the conversation that I had this week with a grieving mother who is dear to me. If there are those among my readers who are in similar straits, it is my wish that you be comforted with these words as time works it’s healing magic through the providence of GOD.










Alma L. Carr-Jones Author of Get Yourself Up and Chopping My Row