“Make, some chili.”
“Take, out the trash.”
“Load, the dishwasher.”
“Take, the dishpan out of the sink and leave the sink empty.”
Huh?
Wtw?!
God and Life has told me to do some awfully strange things at THE most awful times, in my life.
As I have done them, I found that I found more of me, beneath mountains of grief, pain, anger, fear, doubt, anxiety and more things than one Christian heart, was supposedly not supposed to feel.
I am still sitting on ‘I am not strong’. Four words that are seemingly the antithesis of I have been taught to be, as a woman. As, a black woman. As, a black Christian woman.
It has been sooooooooo freeing, to keep my mental sink, clean and empty of everything keeping it from being, each day.
I do my level best, now, to keep as many areas, as free of debris and dirty dishes, as I can…lol
“Write to The Universe.”
I must admit, beloveds, I wanted to tell God and Life that They were cra cra to ask me to do something so outrageously outrageous. Made me want to do so, on Their Dare.
I dare, The Universe.
The Universe came and called my bluff.
Yikes!
Egads!
I am terrifyingly excited at the unknowns that now greet me, each day. I laugh, with them. I love, them. I love my stumbles, through them.
Every step, challenged.
Every step, rejoiced.
One step.
One step.
One step.
I walk.
With, The Universe.
Where?
Who cares?
When shall we arrive?
Who knows?
So what?
My faith, now open, wide, has my mouth and my mind, opened wide.
Ah.
Aha!
Who knew?
He did.
He does.
He will.
satisfied,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
#HereForIt
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