Honoring and remembering

‼️Long Post‼️

Last Sunday of 2019
Ending a year and decade…..Walking into A New Beginning!

Don’t make promises you will not keep. Don’t vow a vow you have no intentions on carrying out. Don’t let fear hold you day and night as if you’re married to it – holding on tight. Let your past be your past. Let your present be at peace, so you can clearly hear your future speaking. Stay away from gossip and confusion, because neither cares for you. Marry faith and let it lead you all the way. Make plans and goals which are achievable to build your confidence. Don’t worry about things that doesn’t make sense, remember you’re married to faith so it make sense. Explore healthy people and places. Connect with new things that help you along the way. Cherish being in the moment and laugh and have fun. Rest from work and then get up and grind hard until the successes of your goals are won. Don’t let people box you in. Listen to those who have wisdom because wisdom will help you sort through it all. Stay away from pride it kills and destroys. Make sure you heal the residue of times past. Cherish family and forgive them of what was, love on them because nothing is stronger then blood. Hold to your truth even if you’re alone. Never settle for lesser than who you are, because only others will see it as a benefit, and it will only create tears and scars. See life through healed eyes, because broken and wounded eyes are blind. Love yourself and to “thy ownself be true.” Most importantly in everything love God, build your relationship with him, read His Word, pray to Him, and stop to listen and their your life will begin and win! 💯🔥💜 #PastorBGJones #Solong2019 #Hello2020 #BeginAgain #Jesus🔥❤️ #KEEPMOVINGFORWARD #HeMadeMeAPromise

Where are you? Where did you go? I looked for you and mama doesn’t even know. Know why you’re not here cause I need you. I looked for you when I woke, I played and stared at the ball talking to hope. I layed down at night crying to figure out and not wanting to slide down a slippery slope. Where are you?! I need you and I trying to figure it out. I want you to be my superhero but I guess you’re somewhere trying to figure you out. Where did you go?! I am right here with tears that no longer show; a never ending stream on the inside it flows. Where are you?! At times I don’t even know your name. I don’t know what to call you because Father or Daddy are words no longer claimed. They’re aloof in the world around me; becoming distinct each passing day, do you know your presence is fading away. If I had my way, you would be there at night, greeting me every morning at sun light. You would tell me how proud you are of me, you would teach me the wisdom of a father to his son being a man to all your little ones. We would play and yell at games making lasting memories, the impact of my life would be forever changed. You would hug me with the firmness of your arms, discipline me with the firmness of your voice – shaping me with the words “I am proud of you and love you” with your heart. I am here and I pretend that the man who held me as seed in your lions within would be the man that would be here – right here…..you can begin again. Where are you?!

B. G. Jones

10/05/2019

I became your threat when you first laid eyes on me. Mesmerized you by the complexity of my skin you see. I am the image of maybe what you want to be, scary and fearful my presence intimidates thee. Royalty never apologizes for being and existing, it is what it was always meant to be. When you see me what do you really see. See, I tried looking from your eyes and my image must be different from what you see. I see a strong prince and king standing before me. I see an innovator and enforcer of creativity as the Creator created me to be. I see the humility of my ancestors and the boldness of their fight; I see the love of a nation that will kill them on sight. I am an enemy to my enemy; a terrorist with no mission, but that’s what I am created to them and not me. My princesses and Queens are looked upon and taught to hate me. I am told that I don’t matter because of the trauma afflicted by my family being sold. I am like the little boy in the story “The Jungle” book, growing up in a jungle being made to hunt and be hunted. I run and run and still can’t catch the sun. Trying to be the one who lives pass the aim of your gun. You’re scared, I am terrified, we’re yelling the same words but our words have become a foreign language creating noise and not words just fear – absorbed! When you see me what threat does my presence send to thee. It must be the royal crown on my head the broad shoulders as I stand; it has to be my mind for if I really concentrate I can call on the power of my legacy, the source of my inheritance and purpose of my destiny. Eliminating me doesn’t erase me’s presently and behind me, but my conscience mind refuse to be an insane enemy. I know I became a threat to you when you first laid eyes on me. Mesmerized you by the complexity of my skin you see. I am the image of maybe what you want to be.

~BG Jones

06/12/2019

I remember one day my grandmother and me were sitting on the stoop. And she began to say, “Baby, common people are everywhere.” “Just sit here and watch and stare – they’re everywhere.” See that’s a common person right there. She goes to work and she gets up and does what she needs to do. She goes in and out without really nothing to do. She is a common person see, she does everything she does – how life is supposes to be. She’s a common person – just watch and stare.

See that boy over there, Huh! I remember when he was a little man. Now he is all grown, but he’s just a common man. See, common people are everywhere. He goes to work and gets up early in the morning and then he goes and catches the bus every day. The 440 he goes on his way. Common people are everywhere. See, that’s what they are.

I remember when I was young we never wanted to be common folk, we just wanted to be the one. The one that made it out regardless of everything, but common people are everywhere. Just sit here, watch and stare. They drive up and down this street going nowhere. They don’t have no dreams, no visions, no hope, no love to do anything pass what they see. See, common people are everywhere. Their passion is not passion, it’s just driven by life’s survival. But when you are uncommon you realize you can’t stay and wait for tomorrow.

See common people they wait until tomorrow to make what they made the day before. But, uncommon people create tomorrow and they make even more. See, you don’t ever want to be a common person cause someone like me will sit here and watch and stare. Stare at you walking from here to there, driving nowhere, going up no stairs and just sitting here watching and staring.

You have to be more then common. See, baby, you have to be all your dream you could ever be. You have to be more then what you can see. You have to be your greatest fantasy, you have to be amazing and you have to believe in you and believe in He.

You have to believe He can do anything if you ask Him, he will do. You have believe you can do what you said you can do. See, common people loss their dreams long ago. Common people when they sleep, they don’t see nothing but you know – like t.v. snow. There’s no picture on the tube it’s just a bunch of snow. Common people that’s what they do, they sit, they stare, they think about what coulda, shoulda, woulda have been if they would have – only if they dared.

See, common people are everywhere they go about walking up and down the street driving nowhere. They’re there, and they’re there. They’re common people. See, baby you can’t be a common person, you have to be uncommon. You have to be extraordinary, you have to be amazing. See, if you only believe in you – you can reach the highest stars above you. But, you have to know that you’re not common, but amazing and you were meant to be uncommon if you dare.

04/12/2019

B.G. Jones