Wednesday, 6 April 2022

Small Blessings

 Whether you're spiritual, Christian or not, have you ever noticed how often we pay attention to the large blessings but forget to be thankful for the little ones? The ones so small, we wouldn't even noticed that YHWH has answered a prayer that we pray everyday - "bless me today, Father."

I sat at my office desk one morning and counted the coins in my hand, anxiously waiting to dig into my pockets to see if I could find some more.  Sad to admit, I was having a hard time financially.  Outside of the financial responsibilities I had as I stepped into adulthood I so desperately wanted to experience, I seemed to have a hole in my pocket.  I was a saver; saving was my thing since my mother first gave me cash pan tins to fill and would always encourage me to save.  I remember being the little "banker" at home, where my family members would come to borrow small amounts of money.  I had a short-term lending scheme at home at a very young age! But back to the initial conversation at hand.

Sitting at the desk and counting up my two-pence, I started mapping out in my mind how I could let this money stretch for the week.  I started calculating the bus fare and possible "vex" money - that "just-incase" small change you keep on your person in the event of a minor emergency.  As I attempted to create a way to make this little turn to a lot, I realised that there was not much to stretch.

In the midst of my realisation, I started to feel a little sad on the inside and immediately said, "Father, provide a way for me today."  It was that simple and it was without thought.  I was so accustomed to saying these little words I grew up hearing my mother say that I didn't pay attention to the implications it would have as I put it out into the atmosphere.  I said the prayer hoping that YHWH would listen.  It wasn't a prayer of faith, it was a whisper of hope, anticipating that in the near future, an unexpected blessing would fall into my lap and deal with all the big financial challenges that created the minor ones.  

But I wanted something big.  I wanted the troubles to all go away at once, no small steps but right to the big ones.  In the back of my mind however, I sort of anticipated that it would happen but it would take a long time than in that day!  And sure enough, as the Creator always does, He wanted to remind me why I should trust Him.  

The morning had just begun.  It wasn't more than fifteen minutes past eight when my coworker called and without asking, told me that she had brought me breakfast.  Did I forget to mention that while counting my two-pence, I realised that I forgot my breakfast at home?  Right there and then, I was happy for the offer and I trusted her enough to have the food (it's good to be careful in these times).  Later on during the day, I had my lunch and coming to the afternoon, I got a call from a friend asking if I was heading home early.  Sure enough, I was and he told me that he would pass by and pick me up.  A little after 4 p.m., he passed by, picked me up and dropped me right at home!

So imagine me, with all of my understanding of who YHWH is and His promise that there's no reason to worry about tomorrow (Matt. 6:34) or His command to be anxious about nothing (Phil. 4:6), I still had to be reminded that when He says in His word that He's going to something, he really would do it!  Just like the Bible says, when we ask (Matt. 7:7-11), we are going to receive.

The two-pence that I was wondering how I could stretch had indeed remained untouched not just that day but for the next few days in the week.  I was so concerned about receiving the big blessings that I almost lost sight of the small ones which went a long way. 

I don't know who needs to hear this but there's so much little things around us we ought to be thankful for.  The ability to roll over on your beds on morning and plant your feet on the flooring of your humble abords is such a blessing!  Have you ever thought about that? The breath that we inhale and exhale every day is something we ought not to take for granted.  Now that we do have those very small blessings, there's only one thing we ought to do - be thankful for it!  Don't just look out for the bigger things but all the little things we receive, we must also be grateful for it.

Because with a grateful mindset for the little things, YHWH opens the door for the bigger and better ones.

Thursday, 4 June 2020

I Confess.

I confess.
I once struggled to relate 
to black on white hate 
when I was nestled in the Caribbean 
where we take a second look 
seeing a white woman than we do a black man, 
’til I realised the way they suffered and struggled 
was something I’d never fully understand.  

I confess.
To thinking we were all black  
while some were dropped off in the Caribbean Sea
and others travelled further west 
on their way to this AmeriKKKan dream
but it was just a scheme.
They were robbed from the motherland
forcibly stuffed on ships like sardines in a can
made to believe that they were less than.  
What was dream for some turned into a nightmarish reality 
that the colour of their skin made them targets of inhumanity.


I confess.
That never once, like they do, have I had to watch over my shoulder
or be given the talk to “don’t stay out too late” as I grew older
Our white population didn’t grow bigger
I never had to hear the word nigger.
I admit, yes.  
It made me wonder 
if I would ever be hostile if someone called me nigger.
Like what would I be expected to do? Cry? 
I won’t lie: an ignorant mind 
lacking understanding of the hefty history behind a single word
one I would hear but never heard.


I confess
that yes
when cellphone videos and body cams captured the lynching of people who looked just like me
I started to realise 
that there was something boiling within me the day Trayvon Martin died.
I may not have experienced prejudice 
but something broke within me every time this sentence persists:
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE!
I CAN’T BREATHE

I confess
that what was once lack of knowledge 
has turned into anger
since I recognised that we live in a world where all lives matter
expect those with charcoaled skins
oversaturated with melanin.
Where stop and frisks have turned into my HANDS are UP DON’T SHOOT
and yet you still wonder why they loot
and behave uncouth
when the world has seen the massacre but won’t accept the truth.
You have planted a seed of hate, AmeriKKKa; 
don’t act surprised now that it springs forth fruit.


Dear Black Brother, dear Black Sister:
You matter.
Your black life matters.

#400Years400Words
#400Words
#400Years
!

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Experiencing Technical Difficulties

Good evening everyone.  I know some of you have already requested today's post but I have been having some trouble uploading a few of my pictures.  This problem which seems to be an issue on FLOW's end has been happening since around 2pm today when I started compiling.  My post will be incomplete without my pictures and I want to assure you that I will post as soon as these issues are rectified.

Until then, have a blessed evening everyone !!

Sunday, 1 January 2017

Bloggin' 2017

Hello everyone!!  
I will officially like to wish you a great new year filled with all the blessings life has to offer.  This new year is one which has great opportunities for you; be sure to reach out and grab all of them.

I would also like to welcome those of you to my blog channel 
😌 Hello and welcome to you lovely folks🙋 and I trust that something you read and interact with here impacts you in a positive way. 

My first blog entitle The Blogger Project gives an idea to you when and why I started blogging. This is a new experience for me and it is one I hope will be meaningful. 
Also, it is quite normal to have the desire to find out more about the person behind the blogs you read; therefore, to learn more about this Caribbean Girl, check out my other post Who is This Caribbean Girl?



Having said that, my plans for this year is to take you along on this, my new journey.  I've decided to do at least one blog a day on different aspects of my daily experiences.  These blogs will be included on different domains as follows:




Sundays are usually a quiet day on my end. After church, I spend my time resting and having a Simple Sunday. However, simplicity does not mean boredom! Want to experience it with me? Follow me on sundaysdiaryofacaribbeangirl.blogspot.com




It is most important to begin the week with some motivational mornings...or evenings..or nights. Follow me on
mondaysdiaryofacaribbeangirl.blogspot.com to get your Monday dose of motivation.



ThrowBack Thursdays are overrated. Come join me on Tuesdays so that I can take you way back with me on whatever time travel trips we can take. Check this all out on




If you've read Who is this Caribbean Girl? on diaryofacaribbeangirl.blogspot.com you would know what Wilda (one of my middle names) means. This will give you an idea as to what activities we will have on Wednesdays (don't think too much into to). Join me every Wednesday for random activities on




Caribbean meals are my favourite kind of meals. Being a part of a Caribbean university, I get to experience the many different flavours of the Caribbean from the lovely ladies I interact with. University life has also taught me to experiment with meals and create my own. Join me Thursdays on 
thursdaysdiaryofacaribbeangirl.blogspot.com for a taste of Grenadian goodness drenched in the flavours of the Caribbean.


The weekends are enjoyable but Fridays are the best as they bring a fun filled end to busy weeks. What will these blogs focus on each Friday? Find out this and every Friday on fridaysdiaryofacaribbeangirl.blogspot.com


As much as we are human beings, we are also real spiritual beings existing in a world that is also both physical and spiritual.  Saturday's blog focuses on various aspects of our emotional, physical and spiritual lives as given to us by our Heavenly Father. Come discuss with me on varying topics on

Friday, 30 December 2016

Who is this Caribbean Girl?

 This is the question someone must have asked already: "Who is this Caribbean Girl?" Hopefully by the time you are finished reading this (that's presuming it doesn't bore you before you get to the end) you'll be able to have an answer to that question.🙈

Born on the island of Grenada sometime in the 90's, this Caribbean girl almost never made it to this world as the circumstances surrounding her birth could have easily taken her away.  Her mother, after thirteen (13) years of trying to conceive , almost gave up hope but she soon found the courage to try again. She is a free spirited (sometimes strange) human being with a whole lot of love in my heart. Names are powerful indeed and my names all define who I am in a nutshell!

My name is Amy Joy Wilda Jones. Author. Freelance writer. Poet. Spoken word lover. Creative thinker.
Amy means "beloved" and that's exactly who I am. Joy as we all know is a feeling of happiness and pleasure and I have been told that I bring that to the hearts of some. Wilda (pronounced Will-dah, not Wild-ah or Wild-a) means untamed. So basically, I am a beloved, happy, untamed human; oh what a combination! And this typically defines me.

I grew up in a small community with my small family - two parents, one sister, one brother. My parents were not millionaires but they ensured that whatever little they had was sufficient for us to be happy. I guess this attitude made me value so much, the small things in life.  I attended the St. Andrew's Methodist School (elementary or primary school), the St. Joseph's Convent (High or secondary school), the T.A. Marryshow Community College (college😅) and the Caribbean Nazarene College (university). 

Education had been an important aspect of my family life as both of my parents grew up in a time when they could not afford to go to school. However, with that desire for us to become educated, my parents did not attempt to live their lives through us nor did they make unnecessary demands.  They simply encouraged my siblings and me to work hard towards the dreams we wanted to achieve.


It was that encouragement that they gave to me that allowed me to push past my fears and reach high for success no one thought I was able to achieve, but my parents always did.  As you read this, I want you to know, whoever you are and whatever you are hoping to achieve, it is possible. It may look like a speck of dust in the distance, but keep reaching, keep hoping, keep pushing; your dreams will soon become a reality.

"Cum Deo Possum" is the motto of my secondary school and is one which I hold fast to: "With God, all Things are Possible" and I definitely believe it!

Thursday, 29 December 2016

The Blogger Project

I pulled a chair up to my study desk about a year ago; I couldn't imagine that six month had gone by since I said I wanted to leave Facebook. But for me, the funny videos and the promotion for my book then two-year old book, not to mention the connection with friends near and far, seemed too hard to let go of.

And believe me, this conversation was one I had with myself years ago but this time, it seemed like it was crazy that I would put all of that behind and move on to what? Twitter? Games? Burying myself in reading textbooks for school? I must have been losing my mind, but whether I was losing my mind or not, this had to be done - I had to let go of the crazy abyss that social media had me.

As I sat back on my chair with my eyes staring at the ceiling and listening to the sound of my dorm-mates having the time of their lives upstairs, it hit me like an epiphany! I suddenly realized that from the moment I created that new account of Facebook in 2011 (after deleting one just a few months before), I had gone back into the mental prison from which I escaped. I promised myself that there was no way in hell that I would allow myself again to lie on my bed for hours scrolling through feeds that I had seen hours before. I couldn't allow myself to let a virtual community dictate how I dressed, the pictures I posted, the friends I had, the thoughts that I shared.

Of course, it's easy to say that those choices were rightfully mine, but behind the "freedom of expression" image that it painted, Facebook subtly shouts to us and screamed at me "you can't share this quote! This picture's not good enough! Is that all the friends you have?" with the equal ending phrase "who's going to like that?" I slowly realized that somewhere the girl who was brave enough to stand to share her feelings was now just another girl...just another Caribbean girl on social media. I was losing my identity.

A few days ago, I sat on the dining table after dinner with my boyfriend and I told him that for the umpteen time, this was it. This was the end of the back and forth uneasiness and the constant shared opinion that I "disliked" Facebook while, at the same time, scrolling through news feeds again and again, revisiting things I saw hours prior.

He looked at me and smiled. I guess he assumed that I was just throwing another fit and I would go right back to signing into Facebook again in the morning. I was serious, but I couldn't blame his hesitance to response. Geez, I had been crying wolf forever! But as
we sat there in the silence, I exclaimed, "I'm going to blog!" He shook his head and looked at me. Without having to use his words, I knew he said in his mind "You've been saying so forever."

So this is what happened, and here I am now.

Hopefully, this Caribbean girl gets to look back at this and find a way to tell the stories she's pent up or spark the flames of the poetry somehow dying within her.

Welcome to my blogspot😊