I had other pieces, scheduled. God, however, keeps rearranging, my arrangements.
Why?
Because of three teeny, weeny, words:
“I love you”
“I LOVE you”
“I love YOU.”
I can’t rest.
I can’t sleep.
God, is shouting this, to the world.
Life, is shouting this, to the world.
The Universe, is shouting this, to the world.
Jesus, is shouting this, to the world.
I, am shouting this, to the whole blasted world.
Time, grows short.
Folk, are giving up.
Folk, are giving in.
Folk, are giving out.
Not, yet.
Beloveds, not yet.
The world, is hard, of head. The world, is hard, of heart. The world, is, hard.
Hard, to understand.
Hard, to love.
I love the world, still.
God loves the world, still.
We shall continue, beloveds, to call out to whosoever will to let each know that he/she/they are:
Loved.
Not alone.
I know. Well, I know, these very words, shall turn off some.
Perhaps, many.
Perhaps, all.
Still, I share them.
This, my love.
This, His Love.
Why?
Because, you are priceless. You are precious. There are oodles and oodles of great things, in store, for your life. I am excited, for you. A present, awaits. Your present. It shall be awesome. You just have to stick around long enough to see and receive it.
Til then, I shall continue to agitate, er, annoy, er, rearrange, er, hang out, with you, beloveds.
You CAN.
You WILL!
Keep on being…YOU!
- 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
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 