Creation

Just a reminder to take time to enjoy the beauty of nature. Slow down. Breathe deep. Marvel at the detail of the Creator’s handiwork. The God of creation is the same God orchestrating the details of our lives- for our good and His glory.

“Worthy are you, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they existed and were created.”- ‭‭Revelation‬ ‭4:11‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Lessons in Surrender

The past few weeks have been full of teachable moments, crash courses and sweet reminders. Sharing is caring so here are a few of my takeaways:

  • The world still turns. I don’t keep the world or my world on its axis. Only God can do that.
  • People want to help if you let them. Let your people show their love.
  • To do or to be? That is the question. Being and receiving are hard when you’re wired to do and give but one can’t survive without the other.
  • There is a fine line between helping and hindering. Am I cultivating dependence on me or God? Am I enabling stagnation and fear or encouraging growth and confidence?
  • Don’t be afraid to adjust the plan. It’s never to late to go back and reset your expectations.
  • Don’t let your message get lost in your delivery.

Here’s to uncomfortable growth spurts, complete healing, resilient joy and unexplainable peace.

Happy Friday, friends!

This Joy

🎶This joy I have…the world didn’t give it and the world can’t take it way…🎶

This joy is not contingent on ideal circumstances or life without trial. This joy is rooted in a heart surrendered and trusting the God who sees, knows and loves me. I’m not taking for granted His daily mercies, second chances and plentiful patience (because Lord knows, sometimes I’m a little slow on the uptake).

Today I’m welcoming my 48th year with gratitude and anticipation. And thank you, friends and readers, for continuing this journey with me.

Where Honor is Due

I’d always known my grandfather as a man of few words, a great cook, a lover of jazz, westerns & good food with a hearty laugh and an impeccable sense of style. He was a retired Marine, whose three sons followed in his footsteps of military service (my Dad in the Air Force and my uncles in the Navy and Marines). But what I didn’t know until recently was my grandfather, Alfonzo Jones, was also an original Montford Point Marine.

If you’re asking who is a Montford Point Marine? You’re not alone. Until last year, I was clueless to this vital chapter of American history. This group of African American men enlisted to serve a branch and country that were hostile towards them. With World War II raging, the U.S. needed their manpower but viewed them as less than men.

From the National Montford Point Marine Association https://montfordpointmarines.org:

“WHO IS A MONTFORD POINT MARINE?

They are the first African-Americans to enlist in the U.S. Marine Corps after President Franklin Roosevelt issues an Executive Order establishing the Fair Employment Practices Commission in June 1941.  The recruits trained at Camp Montford Point in Jacksonville, NC from August 26, 1942 until the camp was decommissioned on September 9, 1949. 

The largest number of black Marines to serve in combat during WW II took part in the seizure of Okinawa, with approximately 2,000 seeing action.”

From the Jacksonville, North Carolina Government Facebook page:

“The Montford Pointers faced discrimination at Montford Point from their commanding officers and outside the base gates. They arrived at Montford Point to an unwilling and unwelcoming Marine Corps which initially paired them up with white training officers. Accounts from original Montford Point Marines recall extremely primitive living conditions on the base, they did not have barracks but they lived in cardboard huts that were painted green. They also remember strict segregation rules at Montford Point; where they were forbidden to enter Camp LeJeune without a white Marine accompanying them; they could not cross the railroad tracks into Jacksonville. Despite these challenges, the Montford Pointers rose to the occasion and trained harder than their white counterparts, serving as ammunition carriers and then frontline fighters.

In 2012, The Montford Pointers were first recognized when those known to have served were awarded with a Congressional Gold Medal for their honor, courage and commitment. Since then the search for these brave men and/or their families has continued in order to bestow upon them the honor they are due.

On August 25, 2023 my grandfather was recognized and honored for his service. Our family gathered in Camp Lejeune, NC to witness him receive a Congressional Gold Medal. At 95 years old, he was one of few still alive to receive the honor.

Note: Everything written above has been sitting in my drafts for over a year. I wanted to tell the world about my grandfather and the Montford Point Marines but life happened….and there it lingered not quite ready to be published

On August 29, 2024, at the age of 96, my grandfather, Alfonzo “Jazz” Jones, passed away. And the world still needs to know…

Jazz

They called him Jazz

A Semper Fi recruit, Alabama born and bred

One of the few and proud

Breaking barriers and surviving so others could thrive

But jazz was more than the complex chords he enjoyed

It was the way he moved, quiet and steady

It was the way he smiled, the rhythm of his laugh

It was his style, clean and classic

It was the love in the dishes he prepared and sweet treats he shared

It was his westerns appreciation and pop culture hipness,

Yes he was Jazz with a groove all his own 

He was Husband, Dad, Grandad, Great-Grandpa also known as GGP

He was Son, Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend

A soulful harmony that will echo in our hearts forever

Grandaddy, you are loved and honored. Until we meet again…

The Release

Last summer I released my first book Barnabas Blessings. It was a major accomplishment and still feels a bit surreal.

This summer I’m working on another major release…my first born into adulthood. There are documents and releases to sign declaring his new legal status. There are checklists and deadlines preparing to send him off to college. There’s the shift of authority as he asserts his independence.

There are other releases too. There’s the pruning necessary to remain, fruitful and connected to the Vine (John 15:5). There’s the shedding of weights that bound and distract (Hebrews 12:1). There are trust falls into the arms of Jesus instead of my limited understanding (Proverbs 3:5).

This is a season of joy and the bittersweet, fear and courage, hope and tinges of regret, answered prayers and not yets, hard questions and some hard answers. This season testifies to the power of Christ at work to sustain, transform and renew.

I’m reminded that a hand and heart open to release are also open to receive. As I release, I’m receiving the blessings of a present Father who proves Himself faithful over and over again.

What are you releasing and receiving today?

“I am convinced and confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will [continue to] perfect and complete it until the day of Christ Jesus [the time of His return].” – Philippians 1:6 AMP

A Most Wonderful Time of the Year

I could not let April end without celebrating the power of poetry and acknowledging the end of National Poetry Month. This month I actually took time to read my own collection of poetry It’s always an interesting exercise going back to read my own words. I alternate between “Wow, that was pretty good” and “Wow, what was I thinking?” This month I also spoke to my writing accountability group about my writing journey and battle with perfectionism. While I consider “speaker” low on my list of descriptors, I enjoyed the experience and think it’s a muscle I want to keep working. If you find yourself on the perfectionist scale, here are a few thoughts:

Perfectionism skews our perception. Our perception of God, of ourselves, and of others. It impacts how we engage the world and how we answer God’s call. Perfectionism tells us if it’s not right then we’re unworthy, unqualified and incompetent. The truth is we are Known & Loved. Called & Equipped. Jeremiah 1:5 reminds us “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart for my holy purpose...”

Perfectionism steals our peace. Like a bully, it torments our mind and brings unrest to our spirit. Striving to do and be it all. Painstakingly crossing every “t” and dotting every “i”. Keeping up appearances. It can be exhausting.  1 Peter 5:7 in the Living Bible says “Let Him have all your worries and cares, for He is always thinking about you and watching everything that concerns you.”

Perfectionism stalls our progress. We believe the lie that if we can’t do it perfectly, we shouldn’t do it at all. We become Paralyzed, fearing failure. We are reluctant to step out of our comfort zones and “walk on the water.” The bondage of perfection & fear of failure keeps us from moving forward. Galatians 5:1 charges us to “Stand fast therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free, and do not be entangled again with a yoke of bondage.” 

The pressure of perfection is released when we trust the One who is perfect. I am grateful that He redeems, He renews and with Him nothing is wasted. 

The One who calls you by name is trustworthy and will thoroughly complete His work in you.

1 Thess 5:24 TPT 

Something about Spring

The sun’s energizing vitamin D. A vibrant tapestry of color. The promise of renewal. What was dormant is revived. What is dead is alive. All the things I love about Spring. The season also marked the celebration of my birthday (a little closer to the half century mark) and the celebration of Jesus’ Resurrection (He got up!). It’s all put me in a (more than usual) reflective mood the past few weeks. Just a few musings…

Aging is a gift. Gray hair, wrinkles, menopausal mom bod and the like means I’m alive. Having the choice and resources to “fight” it or just let it do what it do is a blessing. I will see beauty at every stage.

There’s a difference between being nice and being kind. Too often I’ve been nice when I should have been kind enough to rock the boat. How often do we prioritize our comfort over someone’s need for the truth?

Most people just want to be seen and heard. Good, bad or indifferent- to see and to be seen is a mercy. It’s so easy to get caught up in our own stuff and miss it. Grace is a gift we can continually give and receive.

Less is more but extra isn’t bad. We can treasure simplicity but also find joy in the complex.

Jesus really is the Way, the Truth and the Life. I’ve questioned my faith. I’ve questioned the church. But the answer has remained the same- He is faithful and He is trustworthy. This is the Good News, ” For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life (John 3:16).”

Happy Spring, Friends!

Angles


I couldn’t have imagined I would call Baltimore home for the past 20 years. Yet here I am. I’ve worked downtown for over a decade now and the cityscape never gets old. Yes, I know this is just a small part of the city. Yes, I know the city has its ills. But Baltimore has grown on me in ways I didn’t expect and I find my soul irritated by the consistently negative narratives. Can anything good come out of Baltimore? Yes, everyday. I see the ugly but I also see the beauty and I choose to seek the good.

What are you seeing? What are you seeking? Here’s a reminder to FIND A NEW ANGLE.