I tried my hand at goulash, MY way.
A heaping helping of whatever the world I felt like tossing in my electric skillet.
My life often felt, feels like a heaping helping of whatever the world God and Life feels like tossing into my world and mixing it into whatever the fresh what on earth is THIS. Leaving me, a teeny weeny oyster. Allowing me to be an ugly clay ashtray.
Mother’s Day had turned itself into so many unexpected things. So many tasty things! Life really is like that, isn’t it? Full of plot twist. Full of a heck of a whole lot of forks in the road while not telling you which way to turn yet telling you which way to turn.
God then tosses in apparent mayhem, anxt, tests, trials, what the world is THAT, how on earth will I get through THIS. Thankfully, He sprinkles in plenty of laughter, joy, foolishness, fun, hope, faith, more hope, more faith, love, His Love, a whole lotta Jesus, the Cross, THE Cross!, plenty of you can do this so get up and get to doing it, being about it ness, and tons of this, that and the other thing.
Smartly, He tosses us a blueprint which teaches us HOW to build a strong foundation in order to withstand the thisers and thathers of the world.
Finally, He bathes our goulash with His and our mixed together tears as we fight our way through our recipe, our goulash, which turns out to be His Masterpiece…You.
Tada, world!
It is a truth, beloveds. A sad truth, many look upon their goulash, their life, and see nothing but a heap of not so great. They look upon other’s goulash in envy. Thinking someone else’s life, their goulash, MUST be more tasty, more preferred as he/she/they have more expensive ingredients. The pot their goulash is cooked in is more expensive. They lament no one will want their particular goulash. No one will want THEM.
So, they hide. Their heart. Their love. There goulash. Leaving the world, more hungry. Less, loved. Needlessly.
All God and Life asks and require is for us to just be us. You, be you. Me, be me. We are simply to allow our goulash to turn into whatever the wide world God and Life MEANT for it, for us, for you, for me, to end up being.
You are NOT an accident.
You life, how you have ended up, is NOT an accident.
You were a brilliant and priceless on purpose.
An on purpose in which God and Life lovingly presents, to the world, with your permission. Only you can take the courage to offer your particular brand of you, your goulash, to the world. And, I get it. Truly, I get it. Folk are so embarrassed about their particular goulash they project their dismay and dislike upon you. Leaving you to feel like a heap of unwanted goulash.
Keep on being you, beloveds. This world is hungry for what only you can provide…you.
Time for me to go beloveds. Time for me to offer my goulash to whosoever will.
Wil you?
Take care.
Be encouraged.
Remember, love:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
yours,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
- 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
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