My π¦ packages arrived!
Yay!
Hurriedly, I tore into the packaging.
Books!
Devotionals!!
ππ
I read.
I mooned.
I did not want to, mark up the pages.
Hhmm.
I needed, some π bookmarks.
Hhmm.
I had tossed the packaging. It WAS glossy and had a pretty, floral background.
Hhmm.
I ended up, cutting up, π laughing. Then,…*shrug*…π€·ββοΈ cut up the packaging, into cute, pretty floral π bookmarks.
I say all that, beloveds, to say this:
Use, EVERYTHING, that happens, that has happened, that WILL happen, in your life.
Your, past. ALL of it. The good, the bad, the ugly.
Your, present. ALL of it. Your good, your bad, AND your ugly(ugliness).
The world wants to convince you that your π¦ packaging is plain, ordinary, old, tired, young, fat, skinny, broke, and a million other things that are NOT so.
No longer allow yourself, to allow yourself, to listen to all the world has said, about your packaging. You were fearfully and wonderfully made, beloveds.
You have made mistakes. Big ones. Hard ones. Mistakes, missteps, that made such a mess, you found yourself, lost.
Forgive, yourself.
Dust yourself, off.
Move, forward.
Relentless.
There is only ONE you.
Precious.
Priceless.
Loved.
Not alone.
Ah.
π€
π£
One step.
One step.
One step.
All things work together for the good…
loving me some you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
#HereForIt
Note: My wombie says I HAVE to have a note for EVERY piece. We argue ALL the time, about this. I tell her, I will NOT be confined to folks getting used to always having to have a note, at the end.
She contends, the notes are the most important parts, of the piece. I shoot back folks will get what they need. Or, not. Yet, I MUST keep on being and doing me, MY way. No longer do I, or can I, do, how and as, the world wants and expects me to.
Why? Because the world is in service, to itself. Not, you. Keep on being…YOU.
Happy wombie? Smh.
One step.
One step.
One step.
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