My mess(age): I’m enjoying being me.

I’m enjoying, being me.

ALL of me.

The messed up, me.

The messed with, me.

The mess, being messed with, messing me up, messing with my mind, messing about, messing up, my life.

Til, God, who so loved, the world, this mess, called me, messed around, then messed around, in my heart and life and ended up messing around and made me fall, hard.

Once, fallen, He, Who had been risen, rose, for me.

My messes, my mess, became His. Now, His, washed clean, my messes, no longer messes, with me.

Ah.

renewed,

Cassandra

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#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I speak in open code, to those who know EXACTLY what I mean. Why? So folk can KNOW, there IS life, hope, joy, and peace, on the other side of0 devastation that can, seemly, change a life irrevocably. HA! You better ask somebody. 🕊

P.S. Apologies for so many posts, these last days. Somebody has been too close to walking away. Not yet, beloved. Not just yet. Keep going…

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