Thursday, May 25, 2017

Dark in Your Room

            If you feel like it has gotten dark in your room (all the joy of life has been taken away by circumstance) just remember that you do have a light to shine. Good morning to each of you. The light that I mentioned above is the Lord. Never limit the scope of His love for us. I mean; think about it. Why would He lay down His life for us and then allow mayhem to destroy us? That means that HE MUST CARE! So, when life has you feeling like the beginning of the poem below, read on until the end.

Forgotten My Name

Joy has forgotten my name
And peace has lost my address
I feel lost and bereft, folks
I must confess.

Nevertheless, I keep putting one foot
In front of the other
As I make my way homeward
In hopes of seeing missed loved ones
And yes, most of all, my dear mother.

Yet, a resounding voice says to me, “Not yet
There are other tasks set for you
The goals of which you have not met.”

“Just keep your faith and don’t waiver
In your zeal to do as bidden for me
And remember, I am by your side
And, know that I love you and
Be assured that you have not lost favor.”

Heb. 4:15-16 (excerpt from W.O.W. created w.o.w.)

1.     What is meant by the title of this poem?
2.     According to the 2nd verse, is the speaker hoping to make a trip soon? Where?

3.     What level of faith does the speaker seem to have? Quote from the poem to substantiate your answer. 

Doing what I Can, While I Can Because I Care,
Alma L. Stepping On Jones

How do the titles of the poem and the blog correlate?

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

And Yet...

"Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do." (Luke 23:34 KJV)
Good morning, y'all. Even when, we have been devastated by the cruelty of our fellow man, no matter what form the cruelty may come in, we have to, as His children, be willing to forgive. Is it easy? No! But the need is there for us to forgive because we are aiming to please Him in hopes of going to a better place. Somebody might say, but I will never forgive them for what they have done to me, never!
      How easy it is to utter what we think is the finality of those words. But God, for our sakes, forgave what was done to His Son. Sometimes, living this life as His child means forgiving people for the intentional wrongs and plotting that they have done to or against you. Jesus forgave the wrongs done to Him. We are the Lord's children and therefore it behooves us to show the characteristics of His love. We say we belong to Him, then we have to show that we do.
     Remember that He didn't say that it would be easy (1 Peter 4:12 KJV), but He said that it would be worth it (1 Corinthians 2:9 KJV). In other words, we have to take some of the things that we take because we love Him. When we do, His glory shines forth through us and we add another plank or brick to our heavenly abode.

One Day

One day
No more death
No more enemies
No more sorrow
No more pain
Will be
For the former things have passed away
So if you see someone skipping past
When you get to your new home
It will just be me.

This old ship of Zion is going home...

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,
Alma L. Stepping On Jones

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Thugs, Thievery and Murder

Hello, folks.
     This life is hard enough without having to deal with thugs and thievery! If you work for something or are given a gift that you treasure, then it ought to be yours to keep, right? But thieves and thugs will take what is not rightfully theirs with no thought to your feelings whatsoever. We have come to understand that and manage to live with it.
     But when it comes to being a thug and stealing lives, I don't get it. Material things can be replaced but a life cannot. When you strap on a bomb loaded with all kinds of hurtful things with the sole intent of inflicting death or hurt to another as well as yourself, you are a thieving thug. That practice, it seems, crosses all nationalities. Hoodlum, thug, murderer, it pretty much ends the same way, with the taking of a life or lives.
     Hatred breeds violence; but you know, jealousy has a part to play in that scenario, too.  That may be an uncomfortable feeling but, never the less it is true. What happened in England and in several places around the world at various times, ought not to be. Mankind being inhumane to man.  This is what I want to ask, Who do you think that the lives that were taken belonged to and do you think that it does not matter that they were taken? Do you think that retribution will be cheated just because the perpetrators of such horrendous acts took their own lives in the process?
     Well, just as horrendous as the acts mentioned above is the acts of assassinating the spirit of a person. All of us, as children of the Creator, ought to be caring of each other and not so jealous or so hatred-filled that we lose our ability to have compassion for one another. The Holy Writ says that our Lord is compassionate and love filled. We, as we strive to project His care to the world, ought to be the same.
     Let us petition the Lord on the behalf of the ones that were hurt in England and other places in the world and pray for the families of those injured or killed, as well. And let us make a petition on the behalf of all future perpetrators - that they seek peace through love. And let us all remember to project the Lord in all that we do so that He gets the glory.

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,
Alma L. Caring Heart Jones

Monday, May 22, 2017

A Moment in Time

Good Morning to you, all. 

 Uhm, humm-m-m, you are correct in guessing that yesterday's title for my blogging piece had to do with my jar of things that have happened that have been extraordinarily good or made me extremely grateful. Those little snippets of paper represent "moments in time." You do remember that I suggested that we write down all of the great things that happen to us in a calendar year and put them in a jar and at the beginning of the next year take them out and read them, right? Well, that is what yesterday's title had reference to.

But you know; there will come a moment when moments in time will be recorded no more and we will meet our Savior over on the other shore. And the books will be opened and the records that have been recorded about our lives that we live here will be read. At the great opening of the book of Life what we have done here will determine what we hear said.
So, let us live each day as the precious moment that it is, while good deeds are still being recorded.

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,
Alma L. Stepping On Jones

Sunday, May 21, 2017

One for the Jar!

Hi, everybody!
     I went to a book-signing yesterday to help to support an author acquaintance of mine and when I walked through the door, I received a nice surprise. The author acquaintance of mine exclaimed as I walked through the door, "Here she is, Here's Alma!" She then proceeded to hug my neck while waving her hands to call a lady over to her. 
     When the lady got over to her, with her arm still around me, my author acquaintance introduced me to her with these words, "Here she is. This is Alma! You see; I told you she was coming! This is the one whose book you just finished reading! The lady looked at me and smiled and gushed admiration and goodwill. She talked to me as if I were someone special and I was almost flabbergasted to the point that I was speechless. I managed to recover myself and take it in stride and to articulate coherent responses to her accolades and questions, although a part of my brain was still stuck in amazed mode at being greeted like a mini celebrity! 
     By the grace of God, I was able to converse as if this type of thing occurred every day. (Tee hee) I even managed to be gracious when she excitedly called her husband over to meet me and he responded pretty much the same way that she did! Then she told me that she had brought my book to be given to a friend of hers to read because that is the way they did books that they liked. I thanked her profusely. By then, my brain had pulled itself out of its shocked mode and was performing in a thankful but gracious manner. Then we started to say the same thing at the same time, but I beat her to it. I offered to sign her copy of W.O.W. created w.o.w., to which she exclaimed that that was just what she had been getting ready to ask me to do. 
     Uh, y'all, they treated me like a celebrity! Me! Uh...uh, uh, God's grace is amazing isn't it? 
W.O.W.! W.O.W.! W.O.W.!

Here is a poem that I whipped out today due to yesterday's events. This is definitely one for the jar!

One for the Jar
There are no words to describe
The grace to my life that is inscribed 
For He blessed and continues to
Bless my cup to overflowing and
To allow this one to imbibe.

Make of this poem what you will
But this child of the King has been
And still is, allowed to drink her fill.

So, this Sunday morning, Father I
Acknowledge you to the world
And say, "Thank You for caring for me
As You allow Your blessings to unfurl."

When I get to the worship service today
I'm gonna sing loud and I am going to sing long
As I raise my voice in thanksgiving
And sing my Victor's Song.

To Ponder
Can anyone figure out why the piece is entitled as it is?

Doing What I Can, While I Can  Because I Care,
Alma L. Stepping On Jones

Continued Prayer Requests
Safety of and Happiness of Children the World Over
World Peace

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Gave Me Joy

Good morning precious ones.
I have a little-lighthearted tale that I want to share with you this morning. My hummingbirds are back this year, and I was thrilled to see them! They came right on up to their usual feeding place and drank from their feeder to their little heart's content. Since the hummers have come back, anytime I walk by the window, I take an involuntary look outside. And I am usually rewarded with seeing one or more of them feeding or sitting on the little fence that we put there for them.
     Well, last evening just after dark, as I was passing the feeder, my head did its involuntary turn toward the feeder window and I spied something moving near the hummingbird feeders that was definitely too big to be a hummingbird. I had left the patio light on by accident. But still, when my brain did finally convince my eyes that I saw what I saw, I opened my mouth and began calling for my husband. My husband had told me the previous day that he had seen a raccoon drinking from the hummingbird feeder. I was incredulous when he told me and he had to repeat it a couple of times for me.
     You remember that I told you about the little squirrel that likes to steal the food that I put out for the birds? Well, now folks, we have a raccoon living in our backyard who likes to drink hummingbird food. I asked my husband, "What is this, Jones' Animal Farm?"
     Yep, the thieving raccoon gave me joy because he likes living in my backyard so much because he has gotten hooked on hummingbird nectar. I think that I will try to video him holding on with one hand and shaking the juice out with the other hand. I guess I have seen it all folks, the raccoon stealing hummingbird food - umph, umph, umph!
     Did he get my attention? Yep, he did.

Here are two poems for your enjoyment and encouragement today.

Gave Me Joy

Did you say a prayer to the Lord today
Did you ask Him to guide you as
You continue on your way?

That is the appropriate thing for you to do
Give Him praise for His glory and
At least, thank Him for His continual care of you.

In keeping, thank You, Lord, for the little raccoon
That was sent to drink my hummingbird food
Because my seeing him do that put me in a jovial mood
Seeing him, made my brain increase its supply of endorphins
The little animal got my attention and that sight
Is something I am not likely to forget soon.


His Sunshiny Love

I just love the sunshine that so
Warms my chilled face
It is sent by my Father and spreads
Love all over the place.

I liken it to being wrapped in
A warm, down-filled quilt
With a built in embracing warming ray
That satisfies me to the hilt.

Some of you probably wonder what
in the world is wrong with me...
Just trying to paint a picture of His love in
The sunshine, plain enough for all to see.
(excerpt from AVIA ©)

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,
Alma L. Jones

Friday, May 19, 2017

Shepherding Me

Good morning to each of you. We are having a stormy morning so I will be brief.

There will come times in life that you just don't understand
It is at times like this that you must walk on in faith
And leave things in His all knowing and powerful hands.

That is what I do and have done for years on end
And He has brought me to my appointed place among men
I don't understand most things about life now
And I did not understand it then
But my Momma taught me to trust Him most
When I felt I was at my wit's end.

I have learned that He begins when I let go and let
Him do what He does for me best by tweaking me
And guiding me through situations in my life
That I cannot comprehend nor see
Thank You, gracious Father, for shepherding this one close to Thee.


Always begin your day with prayer
And let not the happenings of the day
Leave you with a feeling of despair
Just trust your Lord to lead you to
A safe haven and to the joys that He
Has waiting for you there.

Doing What I Can, While I Can Because He Has Put It In My Nature to Care,
Alma L. Jones

Ever Stepping the Path on My Way Home