Broken plates: Eating still.

This has been an exceptionally hard year, financially.

I have been behind, all year. The more I tried to catch up, the worst things have gotten. It also seems to be, that the more I have prayed, the worst things have gotten. The more I have tried to stay the course, the more off course I appear to have gotten, financially.

That said, I have been strengthened, by my try. My faith, has been strengthened, by my try. My joy, has been strengthened, by my try,

I have had all kind of spinning plates. it has been tough. Trying, to keep them spinning. Finally, the plates came tumbling down.

Broken.

Shattered.

I look upon broken plates.

I am shattered.

Shattered.

No matter.

I’ve been down, before.

I pick up the pieces.

I am grateful.

Broken plates, which still can be used.

I.eat, still.

Now, upon broken plates.

I understand, now, circumstances/situations were broken, not me.

Ah.

Aha!

It can be hard, to remember we are NOT the things that happen to us. Things happen. They do. Yet, we are NOT those things. They happened. They will continue to happen. We must continue to live, to hope, to dream.

Although, your plates may have come tumbling down, beloveds, continue eating. Upon, broken plates. Plates, which still contain the sustenance you need. To, survive. To, thrive.

Keep going. Yes, looking upon broken plates can be discouraging. It’s okay to be disappointed. Keep eating.

With every broken piece/plate, I find I am:

Strengthened.

Stablished.

Hopeful.

Joyful.

Resolute.

Relentless.

Try, beloveds, not to take it too hard when things get broken, in your life. Things break. Does not mean it’s the end, for you. It just means something was broken. Things can be mended. Things can be repaired. What can’t be repaired CAN be replaced.

I have learned not to set my heart upon, things. I have set my heart upon, making memories. Making, moments. Making, the most of my life, and the lives of others. The rest will come out, in the wash.

Keep, dreaming. Keep, hoping. Keep, loving. Every day.

Remember:

You are loved.

You are not alone.

Keep on being you.

I hear a cup of coffee calling my name.

Take care of you for me.

Cassandra

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