In school, we made these really ugly clay ashtrays. Mis-shapened. Brown. Super ugly. The teacher would take these ugly ashtray, each one, lovingly putting them in the kiln, ugly and all. Each ugly, clay ashtray, would come out of the kiln.
Shiny,
Misshapened.
Ugly.
Then, we would, proudly, take our really ugly clay ashtray, giving it to our loved one.
I used to feel like one of those really ugly clay ashtrays. Thankfully, I can now say I used to feel that way. It pains me, deeply, to have ever felt that MY love was too ugly, too loud, too this, too that, for the world to love me back.
I used to believe that MY love, was too ordinary, too passionate, too what in the fresh hell is THAT, ew, to be shared.
I used to think that MY love, would never be returned. In return, I loved everyone but me.
Yikes!
Egads!
It was ONLY, after FIRST learning about, learning how, and ALLOWING, God, The Father, Jesus, The Son, and The Holy Ghost, the Comforter, in that I was able to love:
Me.
Life.
God.
Others.
After a while, I could present myself, my really ugly clay ashtray me. Slowly, I was able to look up. Hesitantly, I was able to look into Their eyes and see love and acceptance, of my really ugly clay ashtray.
I found They displayed this really ugly clay ashtray, with pride. They let everyone see what I had made!
Look at her, They cried. Look at this beautiful life she has made for Us!?
All of heaven, would rush to gave upon this really ugly clay ashtray, called me. In unison, the angels sang. In harmony, Jesus shed tears, of love. Just for me. In concert, The Father, would add His tears, thankful I had presented my love, this really ugly clay ashtray, called me. Yea, He loved me. With an Ever-lasting Love, has He loved me.
Now, beloveds, I give myself, this really ugly ashtray, called me, to you. This love, such as I have, I offer to you. If no one receives it, that’s okay. It is there. As am I. That, is enough.
being that really ugly clay ashtray,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Keep giving your heart. Starting with you. Be encouraged. You are loved. You are not alone,
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 