Devotionals by Annette Jaco
Lord, I need You...
Lord how can I tell you how much I need you?  You have delivered me in such terrible times.  You draw me Lord, to you.  Your grace and kindness has captured me, carried me and set me down in a safer place for me.  Lord YOU kiss me when a tear comes rolling down my face.  You are not only the apple of my eye; but, you are my everything-YOU-complete me.  You make me whole Lord as I run to you.  Your arms are wide open.  You are my Rose of Sharon, my Lily in the valley.  Lord you are the freedom inside of me, the beauty that keeps me.  Lord how can I effectively and completely say, I need you?  I need you now, and tomorrow.  I need you in every moment on every journey I take.  You turn me gently as I rest, you wake me.  I need you mornings and night. 
Annette Jaco

Chosen Vessels
Are you a chosen vessel for the Lord?  The Bible says in 1 Corinthians 6:19 "Know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?"  We are the children of God.  We are the daughters of Our King Jesus.  All mothers of young daughters need to introduce their daughters to the Most High God.  Women we are inspired to be a vessel for the King.  We must have a voice in the Kingdom.  The Word of God says in the book of Joel, that our daughters and sons shall prophecy.  The prophet Joel spoke of the moving of God would come upon the land in the time of Joel and would come upon all flesh even today.  The prophet spoke a word from God.  We are chosen of God for this day and time.  Women don't short change yourselves.  I inspire you to reach with all your heart and might.  Ask the Lord to teach you.  Psalm 27:11 says, "Teach me thy way, O Lord and lead me in the plain path,".  Let no one tell you that you can't be chosen.  We are chosen women of faith.  We are chosen vessels of the Lord.---by Annette Journet Jaco

Heartfelt-A Poem for a close friend and relative...
Oh Tayja, since the day you first, told me.  The doctors said that you had congestive heart failure; difficult words, to listen to.  I responded with an inquiry.  Tayja how
could a person with such a good heart, have such a bad diagnosis?  You thanked me for, such a keen evaluation.  Ever since we first met, not only as cousins but as friends;
what I found in you is a friend who was real; the real thing.  Way back years ago; you came to Louisiana for a visit.  I recall you calling someone in the family to give,
you a ride from the bus station.  At the time your daughter was only a baby.  Tayja we had such a good time; I introduced you to my girl buddies.  We had a cool
time; laughing, talking, connecting.  The rules were that we would remain close.  Simply said, we did; and when I came to your home city; hospitality you extended to me.  I met the new baby boy.
Then I was on my way again.  True to our words, we continued to speak, over the telephone.  We laughed and caught up with life situations and information; we
talked about how family and friends were doing.  Most often as we were talking you had a telephone beep.  It was Ma-Ma.  You'd say, I have to go it's my best friend
Ma-Ma; my aunt; your grand-mother, on the other line. So we'd say goodbye.  I truly hated that you had the sickness. Oh how we rebuked satan many times.  Our Lord
and Savior was with you many years. The pain, the hospital, the tears. I started to recall how God promised that we would one day find Him.  He is the peace in us, the rivers that give the waters of life.
The Holy Spirit resides in the believer, and that you are, a believer.  A woman of God, with a courage and faith so strong. I remember your poetry, and that lovely song
you sang over the telephone.  Dear Lord, Dear Jesus, keep her safe, forever. You took your last sigh here; but Heaven, you finally get to see.  That devil
has no more power to cause you more pain! We long for you to be here with us. God had a mighty plan, so we must trust; Him.  He has you and He will have us.
My dear friend, tears I cry, my heart is heavy, I wish you had not died. The telephone calls, the laughs, the prayers, we shared, I will treasure.  I love you.
I love you, because of your good heart. Your presence is stronger, even if you parted. You extended your love to others, daughter of the King.  I love you, your children
love you, your friends, your family. Everybody loves you.  You left a family filled with memories.  The parties you planned, the birthdays you celebrated and hosted.
Tayja I don't mean to boast, But I am so happy that I got a chance to say, I love you. You told me; I love you Annette. You were the best cousin, the best
friend, the best confidant, the best prayer partner, the best heartfelt person I could have ever known.  Some might believe, you can see us, although we can't see
you.  I know that through the eyes of Jesus, who sits at the right hand of the Father; to His children, He promises life forever.  Forever and ever we will live
in His Kingdom.  So as the old cliche goes, until we see each other again, love perseveres.  Much love. By Annette.
To Tayja Denise Jones
February 4, 1972 -November 28, 2011

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READ: No Entitlement: A Story of Hope and Changes

Is the weight of the world on you and you alone? Do you feel alone? Is anyone on your team, giving you moral support? You are not alone!  Give it all to a God who cares. HE SENT HIS BEST FOR US.

2004 Copyright by Annette Journet Jaco/A New Song Ministries 
No Entitlement: A Story of Hope and Change

Rosaline was seventy years old and her two sons in their forties lived with her. Samuel was an addict and George was just plain lazy. Rosaline prayed for a miracle and listened intently to the Sunday morning service at New Beginnings Christian Church where she attended nearly every Sunday. Her church was a place of solace in more ways than one. 

Rosaline wanted change in her home. Read Part 1 of "No Entitlement" A story of hope and change and experience hope and dive into Rosaline's plea. Would she receive a miracle in her family situation?

Are Samuel and George entitled to bring others down in their mess and discontentment of life? Will they change and will Rosaline's faith bring her a good ending?