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I have tools I sometimes fail to explore. I bet you do too. I challenge you to escape your comfort zone and create something astounding. You are fully capable, just convince yourself that the effort is worthwhile.

No one can impact the world in the way you can, you are uniquely gifted with creativity allowing you to be the best of who you wish to be. If you doubt it, read other entries on this website. Creativity is my passion and I will not let you forget that you are divinely endowed with the ability to make your dreams reality.

I am so grateful you stopped by. Hopefully, you will subscribe or visit again soon. Comments and discussion, including polite criticism, are forever welcome.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Keep Going, You Are Enough

Kieatrice Kangaroo began the new school year with the beautiful clothes her mother, Molly, had bought for her. She had an eye exam over the Summer and was fitted with glasses that made the world clear for the first time. She had new notebooks, pencils, pens, and a fascinating calculator. She had made straight A’s the year previous, and she was excited about the first day in class.

When the day came around, she dressed carefully and checked herself in the mirror, so she knew she looked alright. At the bus stop, some of the other joeys pointed at her and tittered with laughter.

She overheard one say, “Kieatrice looks like a four-eyed rat, and those clothes, I am sure they are second hand.”

Another said, “See how pointed her nose is, gotta be some rat in her ancestry.”

Kieatrice tried to hide the tears welling in her eyes, but she knew they would fall because water always runs downhill.

When the bright yellow bus pulled up most of the other joeys lined up ahead of Kieatrice, but suddenly she was pushed from behind and stumbled into someone else.

The joey turned and told her, “Don’t touch me four-eyes, I do not want your rat germs.”

The other joeys rushed past her, and she was last to board the bus.

The driver, Miss Eleanor, said, “Sweetheart, I saw what happened. You sit right here behind me. I will make sure you are safe as houses.”

Kieatrice was relieved by the driver’s kindness, she had ridden the same bus the year before. Miss Eleanor had always smiled and had a positive word for everyone.

When they arrived at school, Miss Eleanor turned to Kieatrice and said, “You can get off first, and I will talk to someone in the school. We do not tolerate bullies.”

She left the bus and scrambled across the lawn to the school. The joeys rushed past her, pointing, jeering, and laughing at her. By the time she reached the doors, she was snuffling, sobbing, trying to hide her upset.

The day was almost unbearable, with her having to sit all alone at lunch, she tried to understand what she had done. Nothing seemed to have caused all this animosity. She decided there must be something wrong with her, no other reason would suffice.

Then after lunch, her teacher, Mr. Vernly, lectured the class on bullying and opened the door to bring in a famous actress who told the students her story.

Miss Talent said, “When I was a child, joeys decided to pick on me. They shoved me, called me names, made fun of my glasses, my face, my clothes, there was nothing about me that was right according to them. I continued to study, making good grades, practicing my enunciation, entering contests, becoming the best I could be. I got contacts to replace my glasses. Even though those joeys could not see, there was greater goodness in me that their meanness could not destroy.”

When she finished talking she asked for questions, Kieatrice asked, “How did you find the strength to keep working?”

Miss Talent smiled and said, “I believed love was greater than evil and I chose to never give up. Anyone can choose their attitude despite the adversity they face, and let me tell you, love and attitude make all the difference. There are always others who support us, and we have to gather them as safety around us.”

Kieatrice said, “Thank you, I think it will all be okay. It was great you came here today.”

When she got on the bus that afternoon, she heard some negative comments about her, but Miss Eleanor allowed her to sit in the front seat and no one was brave enough to cause trouble on that bus. They whispered, but no joey laid a hand on her.

She left the bus ahead of the others, and though they made a fuss, she kept walking, not looking back. She decided that no matter what they did she would be a successful kangaroo. Life opened before her, and she chose to chase her dreams. Love would keep her, and she would never give up because she realized she was enough.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

As always comments and discussion are much appreciated. Thank you for reading.

I am totally messed up! Really?

You alone are you, and you are enough. There is no need to hide who you are nor strive for unachievable perfection. You are adequate in all your ways. You be you and let the world think what it will, for you transcend the world. You are magnificent and whole. Be yourself. Believe in yourself. Use your creativity to outshine the stars, realize yourself more fully than yesterday, and build your dreams. Treasure your ideas and be uniquely and entirely genuine. Do not fear! There is no need to worry! Your journey will carry you where you belong. Trust that even in the darkest hour you are being led into your good.

Advice to a friend, I share with my friends…

You cannot give up, you have family and friends who love you more than they could ever express. You have survived and thrived in situations people cannot even imagine, you are as strong as most and stronger than the rest. You are vibrant, generous, friendly, loving, lovable, funny, kind, beautiful, and good; the world needs you and more like you. Believe in yourself, believe you are Beloved, remember the Lord is with you, and Never, Don’t You Ever, Give Up!

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We Are So Much More

Growing wild in a world
Where trials seem like mountains,
And temptations insurmountable;
There is hope because we surely know
God loves us more than any creation,
And made us with greater love,
But look, see, even the weeds are beautiful.

Do not doubt your worth,
Do not hold down your head,
Do not tell yourself you are less
Than enough; you are purposed
For this time and place, a chosen one,
A Child of Most High God,
He gave you life, He builds your hope,
He knows your pain, He supplies fresh joy.

Every day you are given
Is a chance to enact agape goodness
To those traveling the same realms.
Lift up your face, set your shoulders,
Lighten your voice, settle your smile,
Claim your place as one blessed,
One Beloved, given to share Love.

I am grateful:

  1. Even in my darkest times, I am given positive words to share.
  2. Things are no worse than they are.
  3. Libraries are bastions of knowledge.
  4. I live in the hope of the resurrection, believing there is more than this life.
  5. My dog, Hope is still with me.
  6. I renamed Ko-Ko as Tribble.
  7. There are always little things to bring smiles and satisfaction.

 

As a prompt: Consider the weeds, write or create what you will.

 

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Wednesday, July 18, 2018

 

We Are Not Failures

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Please don’t degrade yourself by saying you are a failure. You are a Child of the Living God, and He can make no mistakes. You have His resurrection power flowing within you, and all things are possible for you. You may fall, but not always, and you will not stay down, you will rise like a phoenix and fly high above the clouds.

Failure just is not an option, it is an illusion to dissuade us from our purpose. Let us shake off the spirit of negativity and doubt, take up the task we are given and move forward on the path to eternity.

We are often beguiled by false impressions, but the Truth remains light to our eyes and guide to our feet. We cannot be overcome for our lives are rooted in the righteousness of Christ Jesus. We live, not for the temporary world, but for the Kingdom of Heaven within us presently, and also of the glory to come. No power brought against us can maintain its barrage for a Mighty Warrior, forever undefeated, protects us.

Let us rise up as the Heirs of Salvation and take prisoner the powers of darkness besieging our world. Let us be love to the loveless and unlovable, let us be a mercy to those who have been mired in misery, let us be voices for a new freedom to those in chains, let us be Jesus’ messengers to a world in need of a Savior. Go fearless, go strong, remember our heritage, and shine light where shadows threaten to bring despair.

We cannot fail, we are Children of the Creator of All Things. Jesus saved us, let us bring faith to a dying world. Be well and remember we are the Beloved.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Monday, July 16, 2018

Bullets Obey the Lord

Morgan woke up about 9am that Saturday morning. She had meeting Peyton on her mind. As she put on her well-worn jeans, her Mom had patched with red velvet to cover the holes, and around the cuffs, she thought how happy she was to have a boyfriend. He would not admit they were a couple to anyone else and she was not allowed to tell anyone. Having a guy who liked her was exciting, though the secrecy alarmed her at times.

She was thirteen, and he was a little older, he had talked her into intimacy months ago, maybe a little more forcefully than she hoped. There were misgivings, her upbringing did not hold with such, she was a Christian and knew she was very wrong. Considering what went on at home, well, it could not be as crazy as all that.

The sky was the cloudless cerulean of early Spring, and she walked down the street to the cul-de-sac. She kept checking that no one was paying attention to her. Walking past her brother’s house was a bit nerve-wracking. People might be sleeping late, she hoped so anyway.

Peyton’s parents and siblings were out of town. He and Morgan decided a few days earlier, it would be a perfect time for them to meet. She knocked once, and he ushered her through the door he opened.

“Let’s go to my parents’ room. They have a waterbed, and it will be nice,” he said.

She followed him, noting he had not kissed her as was usual. The room was large, and the bed was king size. She had never been on a waterbed before. It was unnerving being in his parents’ bedroom. It did not seem right and added to the feeling of unease. Never were their illicit meetings comfortable, her conscience screamed at her each time, but this was almost undoable.

He was rougher than usual and seemed in a great hurry. There were no tender kisses or caresses, only an act that could almost be called rape, but Morgan had taken off her own clothes. You could not accuse someone of something when you walked yourself into the situation willingly.

“Get your clothes on, now,” he said, immediately upon conclusion of the act.

She began putting on her clothes. Peyton crossed the room to the dresser, and she heard a drawer slide open. He turned around presenting a .38 Special in his hand, spun the cylinder, showing her all the chambers were empty. Then he put a bullet in the revolver. Morgan was still dressing, and now her fingers began to lose the ability to work correctly.

He said, “We’re going to play Russian Roulette, and you are the target.”

“You love me, this is a joke, right?” She said, still wrestling with the buttons on the shirt.

He came over, spun the cylinder, put the gun against her temple, and pulled the trigger in quick succession three or maybe, four times.

Morgan ran out of the room without being fully dressed.

Peyton yelled, “I never want to see you again, or I will kill you.”

The neighborhood was small, so it was impossible that they never see one another, but Morgan never went near him again. She could tell no one what happened because then she would have to admit the affair, so one more secret was added to a multitude of others.

She thought it over and over again. The only explanation for her survival after the chamber was spun and Peyton pulled the trigger was, wrong as she was to be there, Jesus saved her. It did not wholly curb the wildness, but it slowed her down, likely keeping her from more trouble than she may have entertained.

One day, years later, Peyton brought his heavily pregnant wife to meet her. She was never sure of the purpose of this introduction but supposed him to be gloating. A time later she learned he ruthlessly abused his wife. Eventually, he killed a woman and was executed for causing the death.

The Lord delivered Morgan from years of pain by letting her leave that killing field. Perhaps she did not learn all the lessons she might have from those events, but she came away convinced that life had a purpose and that living was a treasure. Humans might be disobedient and make unwise choices, but God was and is always in control.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Have We Any Worth?

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Why are all we satisfied with living lives less than our dreams? Were we not made for excellence, abundance? Where did we step out of our destiny? Why do we fail to claim our given birthright?

The answer to these is not ambiguous. FEAR! Fear holds us imprisoned in our thoughts of inadequacy. We accept less than we want because we name ourselves unworthy, incapable, broken, undeserving. We have ingested these ideas about ourselves for multiple years. We take our mistakes and label them failures, and character defects, instead of opportunities to move forward to success. One mistake can destroy our dreams. We carry our sins as weapons and criticisms that pierce our souls and destroy our hope. Perhaps, if we are Christ followers, we will deposit our sins to His account, often only temporarily; we will take them back, with additional weight because we know we should let them go. We kill our will to overcome obstacles by focusing on the times we fell short of expectations instead of celebrating the victories.

We love, we work to prove we care and love others, but turn the venom of fear-born hate upon ourselves. Sometimes we are our worst enemies. Part of Mark 12:31 states, “Love your neighbor as yourself.” Often, we focus on “love your neighbor,” and completely disregard, “as yourself.” To be healthy and fully share our hearts we must be kind, respectful, generous, and loving toward ourselves. Not that we should become narcissistic or egotistical, but we need to understand that the person in the mirror has worth, just as does the child down the hall. Unfortunately, we can in our attitudes, thoughts, words, be unkind, even hateful to ourselves in ways we would never dare to treat anyone else.

When we live in the guilt, dishonor, disrespect, unkindness, hate, we often pour upon ourselves there is little room for us to claim the success for which we were created and that we so richly deserve. We denigrate ourselves to levels of impoverishment where we cannot achieve anything near the rewards our lives are capable of generating.

We must choose to recognize ourselves as worthy. Worthy of the beauty in which we exist, worthy of the accomplishment we are capable of building, worthy of the love we desire, worthy of exceeding the levels of happiness within which we live, worthy of fulfilling our dreams and having the life we wish.

This is a challenge, fear is rampant, only by realizing we can conquer can we dispel the enemy. We, with creativity, can break out of the shackles of fear and move into the lives we were designed to live. Write a plan, do not give up, make it happen. You are stronger than you recognize. Dragons may arise, but remember we are able as scribes to conquer dragons.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

My Critic Delayed This

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I tell you all to create; that you are creative. I did the above on May 4, my critic said I could not post it. It was not good enough, it was a dumb idea, poorly executed. It is true, I used to do better. My critic stopped my art.

I want you to know, that critic in your head when it tells you negative things before you even begin, and when you have made something, it is a liar. I like that song, “Fear is a Liar.” Look it up, and listen.

Face your fear, do not let it stop you from helping change the world. Your creativity is desperately needed. If you know, something is not all you want it to be, practice. No one became a master at anything without trying, mistakes, and continued training (self-teaching).

No matter what your mind, another human, a boss, a parent, a teacher tells you; if there is an attempt to stop your hopes and dreams, the advice is false, a lie. You are endowed with creativity and greatness. Let no one, and nothing convince you differently.

I fight this. Fear is a problem. We have to have the courage to be ourselves in a world where many follow the crowd. We are originals, all of us are unique, blessed with different vision, dreams, talents, gifts, and abilities. If we expect the world to be better, we must make it.

Prompt: Create something you have been considering, but your critic blew you off. All of us have something like that, I know you do.

I am grateful:

  1. I slept good Thursday.
  2. I have my new friends from Nigeria, they call me, it is so awesome.
  3. Ham sandwiches.
  4. Animal crackers.
  5. Heritage Baptist Church, Douglasville, Georgia.

 

Speak no invective
To any living creature;
Our Judge knows each one.

 

Mother’s Day Without

It has not been a year,
But your absence is a void
I will never fill;
The love you gave
There is none other
Could replace its totality.

I try to forgive
The fact I did
Not appreciate you
Nearly enough;
I find no absolution,
No mending the pain.

The tears come less
Often like a deluge,
I am trying to build
A life I can inhabit,
But there is no
Denying the missing pieces.

I realize you would advise,
Be strong, happy, active,
Continue to create,
But Mama it is hard
Without your love, hugs,
Presence when I am weak.

I miss you like
The waves would the shore,
The stones would the earth,
The sun would the sky,
The moon would the night,
Without you, I am almost undone.

Yet, now, writing this
I know you know
All the things I cannot,
Will not say and you love me,
You always have, always will,
And I will see you again someday.

So thank you, Mama,
For giving me this life,
Believing in me,
Always loving me.
I will continue, I will succeed,
I will be who you thought I could be.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Thursday, May 10, 2018

 

I have more, but this is sufficient. I bid you be well, be happy, create, share love all you can, be a friend to someone, never forget everyone is trying to overcome something, so live gently in the world.

Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. You know the deal, follow if you like, if not come back as you will.

God Bless and much love to all,
Jo Ann

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

 

 

 

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