Be God’s oyster cracker.

I used to feel soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo small.

So, small.

So, o so not enough.

So, wait until you have this, that and the other thing.

I am so thankful that God loved me enough to let me know that I WAS enough. He let me know, I was HIS Oyster Cracker. This one, teeny, tiny, oyster cracker was more than enough.

For, God.

For, Life.

For, others.

For, me.

Beloveds, ah, beloveds, lift up your head. Look into Eyes which look upon you with Love. You are so much more than what you do, say, not say, give, not give. YOU, your essence. That teeny, weeny oyster cracker called you. The you the enemy, the you the world, the you that other shame-filled oysters try to convince you that you are not.

You are HIS!

HIS oyster cracker. Unique. None, has your taste(s). No one, has your essence. Nobody, has YOUR love. Nope. Nada. Nary a one.

Go.

Be.

Just be…YOU.

Someone is hungry.

Someone needs YOUR love.

Begin, beloveds, with you.

May I have an oyster cracker?

love,

Cassandra

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