You know all my life I’ve had to fight. Literally. I know that sounds like I’m mimicking Oprah from The Color Purple but I’m not. I fought every Friday on the black top as a child because I was picked on. I thought I was cute, so they’d say. I didn’t wear pants so they’d fight me for that. I thought I was better than others so they’d fight me for that. They’d talk about my momma being on drugs or in and out of jail so I’d get into a fight about that. They’d talk about my grandmother drinking beer so I’d fight about that. It was always something. And back then you better not come home crying talking about somebody beat you up because if you did you’d get a beat down at home and then you’d be walked to the child house and made to fight again. You see everybody knew all the major families in the neighborhood. This was my life coming up on the Southside of Chicago in Englewood.
When I went to high school I didn’t fight as much. I remember fighting a girl once because she said she liked my brother. I drugged her by her hair and as I was fighting her I was talking to her and I told her not to spread that lie. In college of course I was done with this foolishness. But in the Army the south side of Chicago had to come out again. I didn’t physically fight but I had to stand up for myself. You see I’ve always been a tiny person. Long hair, long neck, long arms, and long legs. Just long! 100 pounds soak and wet, literally. So folks thought I was easy. So because I had to stand up for myself soldiers began to think I was mean. I wasn’t mean by my Lord I took NO mess from nobody. 🙅🏾🙅🏾🙅🏾
Once I got out the Army the Lord had began to start working on me and he saved my soul. So the tough “Jones” as my people called me was dying out. My military friend Pam makes no hesitation to call me out when she thinks I’m being weak. Or she don’t understand that the Old Jones is dead. As a matter of fact she doesn’t like it. She chastises me about often. She’d say, “i dont know this Jones.” I woke up this morning feeling like I got my fight back. Feeling like maybe Jones isn’t dead. I’m ready to take back everything that I’ve lost. Now you’d ask me now, “what did you lose? You left out something didn’t you?” Well just keep coming by, the entire story will eventually be told. But for now I have to get it to you it comes up.
You see all my life I’ve been a little different. And guess what that’s okay. My children have always said once I get something in my head it takes an act of Congress to get it out my head. Well that might be true thus the reason why I’m getting my fight back and about to come out swinging. Not physically per se but I’m going to get everything I’ve prayed for because it’s mine. The world, the devil, folks, politics, no one or thing is taking anything from me that’s been awarded to me because I prayed and stood on what I prayed for. Yes I’ll continue counseling because it’s helping me. Yes I’ll still love those that have hurt me. Yes I’ll forgive and help anyone that I can. Don’t take it for a sign of weakness. But I will no longer allow no one or no thing to get in the way of my health, my success, my peace, my joy, my steadfastness, my happiness, my kindness, nor the work that I know I MUST accomplish. Today I’m taking my life back. I’ve laid back and watched as if it was some movie that I was watching and could do nothing about it. The devil is a liar. I’m strong. I’m courageous. I’m an overcomer. I’m victorious. I have the victory. As a matter of fact my name is VICTORY!!!! Hallelujah!!! Praise God. I felt that. My Lord something just went through me and made me shake.
Starting today I’m taking my life back. I’m in control of my destiny. I’m not weak. I’m not crazy, well okay maybe a little but hey, whatever. 🤷🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️. I’m trading my sorrows. I’m trading my sickness. I’m laying it down for the joy of the Lord. Yes it’s a song but it’s in my heart. I got my fight back. Yaaaassss!!! I’ve been through too much NOT to have the victory. You hear me? The things I’ve gone through folks would have given up or died. But I’m still here so I know I’m blessed. As they say too blessed to be stressed. No more game playing. No more sadness. When I look back over my life and ALL that he’s brought me through my soul shouts hallelujah because guess what? It could’ve me. It should’ve of me. But God.
So to my readers rise up today. Be strong and courageous. You got this. We got this. Fight for what’s yours. Don’t just sit back and watch your life as if you’re at the movies and don’t have a part in the production of it. And if you’re on fire one day and cold the next day, so what. Keep on living and if you allowed to see another day get right back up and fight for the fire again. I come today to tell you to fight and be encouraged.