This was never your work: Let go of the plow.

This was never your work, beloved.

It was never your job to make him/her/they love you. Folk will or they won’t. Their choice was always about them and seldom about you.

Let go of the plow.

It was never your job to turn the situation around. You were just there to lend an ear/shoulder/hand. Your pom poms were never meant to replace God and Life’s corrections/instructions.

Let go of the plow.

It was never your job to unpack and fold the load of another. You were just there for them to lean on as they caught their breath. Your feedback on what he/she/they should wear was not required.

Let go of the plow.

It was never your job to save your family/friends/community. You were just there to witness and be a witness in however and with whomever God asked you to be available to Him for. HE does the work.

Let go of the plow.

It was never your job to save your workplace in working yourself to death and never seeing to your own needs/goals/dreams. You were there to do your best to support your job and have your goals met as well.

Put down the plow.

It was never your work to ensure folks always had a pillow when going through God and Life things. Folk get put between a rock, The Rock, and a hard place for a REASON. It is THEIR work to do.

Put down the plow.

It was never your job to hide your tears from God, from Life, from others in order to show how tough you are and that you ‘got this’. God and Life got this, got you and you were meant to share the precious meat of your tears with God, with Life, with others. Your tears are precious watering agent God needs to continually restore the soils of your heart and others.

Put down the plow.

It was never your job to play world waitress/waiter by trying to make everyone’s life easy at all times. Life is just that. Life. It happens to us all. You weren’t meant to live YOUR life and support folk as they live out their own.

Put down the plow.

HIS Yoke is EASY. HIS Burden is light. If you find your hands swollen, your back hurting, your shoulders bowed, check to ensure whose and Who you are serving.

If you find yourself toiling underneath the burden of man, you, expectations, the world, others, fear, anger, doubt, gloom, doom, woe and the like…

This was never your job.

Put down the plow.

resting with you,

Cassandra

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