Month: March 2021

For ALL who mourn: I got you, today.

Today, my heart weeps, in lamentation, for all the souls, lost.

Today, my heart grieves for EVERY, battle, lost.

No matter the loss, be it big, be it small, I weep, for those souls.

If your soul, is at a loss, because of, a loss, these tears, I weep, for you.

You don’t, cry alone.

Not, today.

NOT, TODAY!

DAMMIT, God, I AM TIRED, of so very many, crying their tears, alone.

I stand, here, today, now, weeping, making lamentation, for each and every heart that cries, today.

I weep for ALL, who do not yet know of Your Word, Your CHARACTER, and Your Deep and Abiding Love, for them.

I weep, for every soul that knows not a savior.

I weep, for every lonely heart.

I weep, for every troubled heart.

Oh, Father, that I could rend my heart open, I would do so.

In order for each to see:

Your Great Love.

Your Enduring Love.

Your Relentless Love.

Your Life-sustaining Love.

Your Healing Love.

Your Remaining Love.

As I can not rend my heart, before their heart, I ask that You rend Your Heart, and show them Your Heart, for them.

You said, tell them I have already shown them, My Heart. I show it, still. Nailed, upon that cross on Calvary’s.

You said, tell them, You await for them, there.

Until, they come, if they never come, I come, in their place.

I weep their tears, today.

Father, be a Very Present Help, today.

The days, grow short. The needs, remain long.

Yet, Your Grace, Your Love, Your Care are sufficient to win EVERY day.

Although, I weep for each loss. Actually, speaking, in speaking, to You, for them, their victory has been won.

For, You shall/have covered each and every loss with Your Relentless Love.

I rise, then, in Thanksgiving. I give you praise, to replace the tears.

I, give m, each, precious, heart, the spirit, of joy. In exchange, for, their, spirit, of heaviness.

Rest, now. I, got you. God, has us all.

I love you.

His and yours,

Jaybird HUMBLED

If your heart hurts and need a bit of extra care, hit me up as the young folks say: ttnette37@yahoo.com

I will be your very present help.

Beloved,

Your family was dealt a devastating blow, yesterday. I felt it too.

I wanted to be there, for them. For you.

Since I could not be, there, present, with you, I was your present help, I’m spirit.

I fought, the night, for your family. For you.

I beat back the night, the darkness, and won.

In the light, of morning, I bring, spoils of war, procured for them. For you.

I bring one full night’s worth of: prayer, grace, supplication, tears, rage, anger, disbelief, lamentation, dance, rending of cloth, breaking of glass.

I did not bring those things to your family. To you. None could bear their weight.

I took them all, to the one place where they could be known.

I took them straight to Heaven’s Throne.

Before Him, I knelt, I wept, I grown. I cried your family’s tears. I prayed your mom’s tears. I cried your tears.

I did not cry, alone.

All of Heaven, cried with me.

God, Himself, cried, for you.

Jesus, wanted to cry, Heaven’s Tears, for your mom, Himself. Heaven’s Tears are saved for the best.

I returned, from Heaven, to bring but ONE thing to you: God’s Grace.

He said to tell you that you already have the rest: His RELENTLESS Love, His Lamentation, His Comfort, His Care.

But, mostly, beloved, Dad said you have His Most Priceless Gift: You have His Heart.

Tell mom, everything, WILL, be okay.

Her brother rests, now.

Her brother, is free, now.

Her brother, roams free, with The King, now.

Tell mom, though she can’t go, to heaven, in person, to see her brother.

Tell mom, I went, in spirit, for her, for the family. For you.

Tell mom, I rejoice her brother’s victory and sing his victor’s song. His victory seems her defeat. She can not, yet, rejoice.

Tell mom, tell your family. I tell you I rejoice for you all, so that you can bear such a devastating, loss.

Yes, his pain, is at it’s end. In this. ONLY, in this do I rejoice.

For mom’s pain, your family’s pain. Heart-breakeningly, your pain has only begun.

I rage for mom. I rend Heaven, demanding justice, for mom’s tears. I tell Dad He had best take care of mom, PERSONALLY, today. Told Him, HE best get to tending to your family, to you.

At present, I can not be, there, with you. I shall do all that I can, to be your present help, today.

Tell mom, her heart was much too precious and priceless, for me to carry in my pocket. So, I took it, to Heaven, and put her, in God’s Pocket.

Rest, beloved, rest best you can. I have your family’s hearts and carrying them, in my pocket. I carry, your heart, tenderly, in these clumsy hands.

Your heart is precious, priceless I will do all that I can, to tend to her, to love her, to hold her, to cry with her, to cry FOR her. For you.

Though, your grief is much too heavy to see me, KNOW, of a surety, I am your very present help, today, and beyond.

I love you.

Tell mom, I love her. Tell her, I weep for my own brother lost. I know well, her tears. Tell her, to concentrate on HER. Let her know you and the rest of the family will be okay.

Tell mom, she needs to give her heart space, room, permission to grieve her brother’s loss.

You don’t have to stand, today. I stand for you.

There are NO words that will help with today and the coming days. NONE.

So, I end with but three words…

I love you.

Jaybird DEVASTATED

P.S. Tell mom, I snuck a tiny piece, of her heart, so I could carry her, today. Tell mom, I got her. I got her family. I got you.

Yesterday, I cried.

Yesterday, was hard.

Nevertheless, I stood.

However, I move, forward, today.

Yesterday, I tried.

However, lost, more, than won.

Nevertheless, victory, was, mine.

Yesterday, I cried.

Nevertheless, However…

Today, I stand.

Nevertheless, victory, already, assured.

However, fight, still, I will.

Today, I hope.

However, still, seek.

Nevertheless, pursue, greatness, in, me.

Yesterday, I cried.

However, Nevertheless…

Now, I serve.

Nevertheless, I, am, reminded, of Whom, I serve.

However, serve, gladly, I, do.

Now, I live.

However, mindful, to remain, in, the, moment.

Nevertheless, a lifetime, can be, contained, in one, moment.

Yesterday, I cried.

Nevertheless, However…

I stand.

I hope.

I serve.

I live.

Yesterday, I cried.

Today, only, today will know, my end.

I will stand.

I will hope.

I will serve.

I will live.

I will see.

Tomorrow, is, not, here, yet…

Jaybird STATUS UNKNOWN/WHO CARES?

Letter to My Father: Your Relentless Love.

Dear Father,

Your Love, for me, has been relentless.

Your Love has pursued me, wooed me, sought me, my entire life.

Your Love, viewed me, from the womb.

Your Love, was There, at my birth.

Your Love, walked me across the street to kindergarten.

Your Love, walked me down the aisle on graduation day.

Your Love, followed me, to my first job.

Your Love, secured me, at my last job.

Your Love, was There, when I fell, in love.

Your Love, was There, when, love fell out of love, with me.

Your Love, was There, when my heart, birthed it’s first dream.

Your Love, was There, when my dream shattered, then shattered me.

Your Love is Relentless.

Your Relentless Love, wrenched back the curtain of time, and came for me, in my time of need.

Your Relentless Love, roamed the galaxies, in search of gifts meant just for me. Earth’s boundaries, could not, contain all You had in store for me.

Your Relentless Love, as Enduring, as Far-reaching, as the tides. The ocean bows, before me, subdued, awed, by Your Deep and Abiding Love, for me.

Your Relentless Love, refused to allow me to give up on love, absolutely refused to allow me, to give up, on me.

Father, how can you continue to pursue, so Relentlessly, so Religiously, one, so small, as me?

Father, I have been relentless, in my need to please, my need to work, my need to prove/earn love, from You.

How to, accept Relentless Love, from You, to me?

How to, accept love, not yet, earned, relentlessly?

Your Relentless Love, is like a drumbeat: banging loudly, demanding to be heard, to be seen, by all.

That I could, give You the world, for all, You have allowed, the world to give to me, relentlessly, repeatedly, freely.

The world, would be Yours, if it were only mine, to give. I give You, my heart, my life, instead.

For, ALL the world, could not possibly contain, all the love, all the joy, all the awe, I feel towards, Thee, and Your Relentless Love.

The number of stars, in the sky, could not begin to count, to number, my thoughts of You, and Your Relentless Love.

Your Relentless Love, is The Oxygen. I breathe.

Your Relentless Love, is The Heart, that beats within me.

Your Relentless Love, causes me, to stand.

Your Relentless Love, catches me, when I fall.

I must end, this letter, of praise, Father, as I find the closer I get, to You, the more relentless I become.

Relentlessly, tearing down, every barrier, that stands, between You and me.

Relentless, I pursue every fear.

Relentless, I attack, every doubt.

Relentless, I bring down, every wall.

I love You, Father.

I thank, You, for loving me…

Relentlessly.

Your Humbled Daughter,

Jaybird COVERED

Today…

…was hard. Is hard, still.

A friend has lost someone impossible to lose. Say a prayer, ok? Dad will know who the prayers of loss, support, and healing are for. Pray for mercy and grace. There are no words when love is lost.

Work was… no amount of Yikes and Egads can take away the hard of work, today.

Nevertheless, I stand, still.

However, I carry your heart, in my pocket, today. I have prayed for you, all day. In the middle of all the hell that came for me, today.

I am forever grateful I was prayed up, today.

Yikes!

Egads!

Hey, thanks for showing up. I will need you both just THINKING of this day. 🥶

I normally would have something inspirational about here.

Today, was so hard, all I can wish is that I had someone to carry my tired heart, in their pocket.

Today, was so hard, I wish there was someone to dance, for me.

Today, was a hard, day. It was a devastating, day. It was a fantastic, day.

I danced with God, Life, Yikes and Egads.

God told me that He loved, me, today.

What else could I ask for? I LIVE in God’s Pocket! How much safer/loved could I be?

We have done our best, today. Let the day have it’s end. Our shift is over. I am heading to the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee and gonna have a double chocolate chip muffin with Life and The King. How great is that?

You are welcome to join us.

I love you.

Jaybird DENTED but flying still…

Real Talk: When Life has truly pissed you off, turn your mad into praise/dance.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=qEvEVALLjNQ&feature=share

Life, has royally pissed me, OFF, today!

Thank goodness, I was well prayed up, today. Prayed up, enough, to shut up, turn up the volume, and turn this mad into praise/dance. 😡🤬💃🧨💣💃🙏🎉👀💃😡😡❤🤷‍♀️🧨💣🧨🧨💃💃!!

Me: Life, get over here and dance with/for me. You the one started all this mess! 💣🧨💃💃💃😡😡

Yikes!

Egads!

Oh, good, I will be needing yall both.

Soon as I am finished praising, I am going to beat some devil hind end for acting such a fool and trying to distract me from carrying folk around in my pocket.

Ha! Am not fooled by you, dummy enemy. your days shall soon have it’s end. I have ALREADY read to the end of your story.

Come Easter, you going to know, for sure, you made a mighty mistake when you orchestrated the death of King Jesus. Ha! you dummy. Don’t you know you are NOTHING but a cunning tool that Dad, Father, has allowed to roam?

Don’t you yet realize, dummy, that ALL your shenanigans do is piss me off, make me more determined to love folk, to extend grace to folks cutting up, knowing God’s Grace was there, for me, when at my worst?

😡💃🧨😡💃🎉🎁🙏🎉😎😡

God: What’s all the ruckus? I smelled a wonderful aroma of love, sacrifice, and praise and HAD to come see and join you.

*Jaybird grabbed Yikes, Egads, Life, and God and danced. Cassandra forgot all about her mad, too busy praising Her Awesome Father for His Unmerited Favor, for His Unfailing Love, for His Endless Joy*

Real talk, the enemy, likes to cause all kinds of holy hell, in your life to keep you off the tasks of loving: yourself, God, Life, and others.

Go tell the dummy to go kick some rocks!

We are free. Our loved ones, SHALL be free. Why? Cuz, we ain’t ever giving up on them, no matter what, no matter where, no matter why.

I love you, my WordPress fam. Keep on dancing, with, and, FOR me, as I dance, with, and for You.

His Fabulous Daughter and your sis,

Jaybird REGARDLESS. HA!!

He is STILL here.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=av0zNZlvCgk&feature=share

I can’t rest.

Someone is hurting.

Someone is just too close to giving up.

I can’t rest.

I don’t know if he/she/they are missing, from my pocket.

I dare not rest until he/she/they are looked after, today.

Is it, you? If so, come. God is STILL here, for you. He is with you. No matter where you are, He is there.

No matter what you have done, He is STILL here, for you.

Don’t give up on you, yet. Not just, yet. Try, again. Just, try. You don’t have to win. Just, try.

If you, try. You will, find Him. You will, find you.

It’s not where you have started, beloved, but where you finish.

God is not done with you, yet.

Be encouraged. Hop in my pocket. I shall carry your heart around and pray for you.

His servant and yours,

Jaybird INTERCEDING

Your prison doors have been opened.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=3B3H0g487m8&feature=share

Isaiah 61: 1-4: The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;

2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn;

3 To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.

4 And they shall build the old wastes, they shall raise up the former desolations, and they shall repair the waste cities, the desolations of many generations.

God SEES you. God LOVES you. God CARES DEEPLY, for your life.

He desires your freedom. He longs to bind up your wounds. He wants you healed. He yearns to make you whole.

Let Him love you.

Jaybird FREE

Be encouraged, today. I carry your heart, in my pocket, today.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=ddXy527mq4A&feature=share

When, I pray for folks, I imagine that I am carrying his/her/they heart around, in my pocket, to protect and pray over it.

At times, I have let someone know that I am carrying their heart, in my pocket.

If you are reading these words, I am carrying your heart, in my pocket, today.

I stand, for YOU, today. I stand, WITH you, today.

If these words, find their way to you, know they have been traveling, for more than 30 years, to find you.

When I was a teenager, many moons ago, I remember driving one day, and telling God that if only ONE person had seen me, loved me, been there for me, the me that only God and Life, could see, my life would be different.

I don’t know if I would be a different, me. All I know is that I prayed, all those many moons ago, to be that ONE person for someone. For many someones.

So, today, I carry, your heart, in my pocket, today.

Be encouraged. I got you. God and Life has us all.

Jaybird PROTECTIVE

Naked: Ashamed

Today, I stand. Naked. Ashamed.

Nevertheless, I am here, standing.

However, I am afraid: of what I shall be, of what standing may do inside me.

I fought the night, valiantly. The night won, yet again, and rightfully took her spoils, the day, with her.

I stand before You, Father. Naked. Ashamed.

I am not ashamed of my nakedness. I joyfully receive being stripped of all pride, doubt, and fear in order to live this life, and not simply to survive it.

I am ashamed, Father, because of the fear. It’s not the fear I am ashamed of. I ashamed I have allowed fear to return as You have led me to stand, in a new place, in a very strange place, in a new me.

It is in the trials, of life, where we are exposed. The REAL us. The us that no one can see. Save, You. Save, me.

It is in this new trial, this latest trial, I stand and find myself, afraid.

I chastise myself, I should know, better. I admonish myself, I should do, better. I remind myself, I should BE, better.

With all the chasestisement, admonishment, and remiders, I still found myself, afraid.

Ah! The point, in all this standing: I found, me. The REAL, me. The me, only You, only I, only Life, can see.

God: All I have ever asked of thee, is for the just to stand, before Me. To stand, WITH Me. To stand, as I guide, thee. I ask you, to stand. Not to make you afraid. But, to set you free. In standing, before Me, naked and ashamed, you have ALREADY, made yourself, free.

I fought the night with you, My Beloved, Daughter. I bore most, of the weight, upon My Shoulders, high, where No man can see. I gave you just enough, of the fight, so you could see, you.

All you could see, was the fear. All I could see, was your fight, your willingness to continue, even afraid.

What you call, your fear, I call, your faith.

You knew, you had no strength, to bear your weight. You knew, you had no pride, to hide behind. You knew, you only, had you.

Only…*sigh*. What you see, as ONLY, I see, as EVERYTHING. You, are everything. My Everything.

I have covered, your nakedness. You mistakenly, believe you have covered, yourself, in fear and shame.

I have, covered you, with My Deep and Abiding Love, for you. I have wrapped thee, in My Word. I have sheltered thee, with My CHARACTER.

Lift up, thy head, My Daughter. I have called thee, by thy name. Thou art Mine. I have helped thee. Yea, I have lifted, I have carried thee, by My Righteousness Arm.

Lift up, your head, and see, I see you, have found, you. Don’t, be afraid, of her. Don’t, be ashamed, of her.

For, she, is a mighty warrior. She, is a valiant, warrior. She stands. Even afraid, she stands. How, can I not be a Proud Father. She humbles Me.

I stand, before, her. I stand, with her. She is you. Accept, her. All, of her. She is you.

Me: 😥

Today, before the battle starts, I stand. Ready, for whatever the day shall bring for me.

Nevertheless, I stand. Free. Unchained. Fearless. Covered. Loved. Blessed.

However, I remain. Me. Showing the entire world, the entirety of me.

I stand, before you, world. Naked: Not ashamed.

I stand, for all, who struggled, with the night, who think they have lost.

Lift up, your head, my dear brother. Lift up, your head, my precious sister. Lift up, your head, my awesome, others.

Lift up, your head, and see, you. The REAL you. The you, only you, only God, only Life, can see.

You are covered: by God’s Word, by God’s CHARACTER, and by God’s Deep and Abiding Love, for you.

You have ALREADY, won, beloveds. As, have I.

The bible says we are MORE than conquerors. The battle was won, long before the night snatched the light from the day.

Be at peace, today. No matter what the day may bring. Tell the day to bring on it’s best. And, remember, this is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Rejoicing, with you,

Jaybird COVERED