God gave me an oyster cracker.

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God gave me an oyster cracker!

This was my secret I’m not admitting to THAT thought, after a frustrating nothing has happened again morning.

Crap!

i was sure God was going to come through, with my wishlist! I was positive Life was going to answer my dream call, today. I was certain I would be able to live my dream, soon.

This morning, I bounded out of bed, tore into the day as if it was one humungus just for me present, scrounged around for my shiny new life, for my exciting new dream and found….nuttin. Just the same same old, same old.

Well…crap.

Cassandra fished around, in the box called today, moved aside some same old same old, irritatingly cast aside not much going on here, exasperatedly tossed out some slow and steady wins the race, annoyingly snorted/sniffed/pouted her way through some act right, resignedly put on some try, then added some extra try, KNOWING it’s ALL about the try, anywho. Finally, FINALLY, Cassandra saw a shiny brown box. Success. Lifting the lid, Cassandra saw a note, written in The Father’s Loving Hand. The note read:

Beloved,

Thanks for your TRY. This is all I require. Keep TRYing.

love from Your Love,

Me(aka Abba)

Hmmm.

Hmmm?

*sigh*

*Cassandra felt like a complete idiot recognizing God HAD answered her prayer for a miracle. He gave her something sooooooooooooooooo very much more priceless than money, than a sabbatical, than this, or that. He had given her: The day.

Each and EVERY day contains many miracles if we but CHOOSE TO SEE THEM. Of a truth, beloveds, don’t we, more often than not, choose disappointment in not see what we thought we should see?

Don’t we secretly become angered when God and/or Life shows up in a way we don’t expect or think He would?

Let’s do, as mom would say, tell the truth and shame the devil, and admit we think God, at times, has given us a booby prize. Or, at the very least, an oyster cracker instead of the bread the bible said He would give. No, it may not have been a stone but sure does look like ONE tiny old oyster cracker!

I have had several disappointments the past few days. From, work. From, a family situation. From, only seeing 70 dollars in my GoFundMe Page. Felt like an idiot. I am going to tell the truth and shame the devil and admit it had been on me, ages and ages ago, to start one and share my dream. I had seen others make pages for the most ridiculous things, to me at least. Yet, those folks had the courage. And, some had gotten their desire/goal/dream met. I was afraid, you see, to be found wanting.

In the end, though, it was about the TRY. One more thing, to help me get closer to my year off to write. I can rest on THAT. And, no I don’t say this to get you to rush to my GoFundMe Page and give. Just sharing so you can get to know me. Why, cuz it helps YOU to get to know you.

My entire reason for this blog is to share these 3 main points with everyone I can get these words to:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU.

That’s it. That’s all. I feel as though my heart, my love, my care, is nothing more than the oyster cracker I spoke of earlier. That said, if I AM but an oyster cracker, it’s a bit of SOMETHING on the tummy, is it not, beloveds?

Such as I have, I offer to you. Please KNOW you are loved and that you are NOT alone. Keep on being, you, beloveds. Keep on TRYing. Yes, I know, it gets awfully tired trying and trying and trying and trying and trying while seeing no movement. It’s all in the try. The outcome, well, just leave it to God and Life. Things may well not work out. Yet, you tried. He/she/they may not love you back. Yet, you tried. This, that or the other thing, may well not come to pass. Yet, you tried.

Let you TRY be enough, beloveds.

It IS enough.

STOP blaming you for results you can not foresee, forestall, change, erase and the like. You have done the TRY. Rest, beloved.

I rest with you.

your oyster cracker,

Cassandra

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