I am agitated!

God gave me an oyster cracker!

You are so needy.

God I don’t know how!

God, I don’t know why!

Why, won’t you move!?

The most profound things that have ever happened, in my life, was when God/Life/The Universe have seemingly disappointed me, the most:

When, I have/had given all.

When, I have expected a return, on my investment.

When, the return, did not return. Or, returned with some what in the fresh what the world is this?!

I have been through alot, in my life. Yet, it feels as though I have been through hardly anything, when compared with what many others have gone through. Or, so I have often told myself.

I compared my heartache, to the heartache of some whose devastion I can scarcely understand. And, am almost ashamed. Ashamed, that my small aches/pains/heartaches, were just too small to be worried about.

The more disappointed, I became, the quieter, God/Life/The Universe, became.

Agitating!

Agitated, I became MORE determined, to TRY. I no longer worried about understanding. As long as I KNEW there was a reason, for my anxt/suffering/agitation, the more peace, I received.

The more peace, I received, while being agitated, the more joy, I obtained.

The more joy, I obtained, while being agitated, the more relentless, I became/have become.

The more relentless, I become, while being agitated, the more tender my heart grows.

For, the world.

For, you, beloveds.

I am agitated.

Agitated, I shall remain. Until every heart KNOWS he/she/they are:

Loved.

Not alone.

I am burdened.

I am lightened.

By love:

His.

Mine.

Life’s.

The Universe.

I am agitated, beloveds.

Here me, when I say this:

Your life is precious. So, much so, it means more to me, is of more value to me, to keep writing these words. Free of charge. Yet, they cost me, everything.

I choose you, over that which pays my bills, my job.

Given, this, how can I, do I, must I, reconcile the two?

I can not.

Which makes me, agitated.

I have been arguing, er, talking to God/Life/The Universe, about this for longer than I care to. Yet, I continue.

Why?

Because you are worth it.

You are.

He is.

You know, beloveds, it takes agitation, to produce a pearl. I Googled, how a pearl is formed and ScienceDirect said this:

A pearl is formed by the mantle epithelium as a reaction to an irritation, either an intruding foreign material, such as a grain of sand, or an irritation within its body, such as a parasite.

God/Life/The Universe, has you set up, beloveds, for your miracle. You have been called, er, agitated. You have been, flustered. You have been, flummoxed. So much so that you have, are, may be, wanting to kick THEM to the curb.

You are being, agitated.

Just these words, have annoyed, er, agitated, you. As, they were meant to.

Keep going, beloveds. Keep going. You are just about to see some fantastic signs and wonders.

No wonder.

Wonder, no more.

Ah, beloveds. Isn’t being, agitated, the most deliciously, awful experience?

Be encouraged. It gets easier, from here. Okay, maybe it doesn’t but you shall enjoy your tour guide, at least, eh?

Let us take this journey, together, shall we? That said, if you find the journey, too long. Or, too much. Or, too this, that, and the other thing, I shall understand. I thank you, for the moments, you gave, me. They, are precious. They, are priceless. As, are you.

Be encouraged.

your friend(too bad for you),

Cassandra aka Jaybird aka Sweetpea

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