Your too much is somebody’s just right.

I have been thinking about life. Mine, to be exact. I have been wondering why this and why that. I have been wondering who the world cares why I am wondering why this and why that.

Then, I get to thinking someone may be out there, wondering, why theirs. So, I am wandering around. Looking for them. While looking for mine.

I am doing my best to keep being fully me. Being fully me has caused me many a blooming friendship. Too much. Too loud. Talk about God too much. Talk about mom too much. Talk about sports too much.

Too much.

*sigh*.

Have heard these two words my whole life.

For the whole of my life.

Too much this.

Not enough of that.

Ah, that I was somebody’s just right.

I look for him.

I look for her.

I look for them.

Life, is there somebodies, out there, who find me, Cassandra, Sweetpea, Jaybird, just right?

God, is there someone, even one, who find me, Cassandra, Sweetpea, Jaybird, just right?

Lord, are the tears, streaming down my cheeks, valuable to someone?

*Jesus stretched His Nail-Scarred Hand, tenderly wiped the tears from Cassandra’s eyes, and led her to the lap of The Father. Laying her head upon His Shoulder, Cassandra sighed and wondered.*

wondering still,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep on being YOU. Everyone is not meant for you. Your too much, however, is perfect for God and Life. Your too much is also wonderful for those who care for you. If you have not met them yet, be encouraged. They are coming. Be encouraged. You are loved. You are NOT alone.

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