God: I choose YOU.
Me: Who am I?
God: Mine.
Me: Your what?
God: My:
Everything.
Love.
Laughter.
Joy.
Inspiration.
Hope.
Reason.
Me: Who ME?!
God: Yes YOU.
Me: But, I have…nothing.
God: Yet, you mean everything to Me.
Me: Why?
God: Ah, great question. Keep asking…
Me: The world says You aren’t real and that You don’t care anyway or anymore.
God: How could I not care if I’m not there?
Me: Good question. Why are You impossible to understand?!
God: AM I?
Me: You are!
God: I Am…hehe. Get it?!…*God cracks up at His Humorsomeself*
Me: Okay, so that WAS funny. Speaking of which, You are not supposed to be fun(ny). You are supposedly:
Mean.
Judgemental.
Sending the wide world to hell or some such every other five seconds when we are all acting ten kinds of fools and causing hell everywhere.
God: Who on earth told you such foolishness.
Me: Fool-, er, the world.
God: Why didn’t/don’t they just ask Me? I have chosen them also.
Me: They are too afraid of You. Or, mad at You. Or, think they are too messed up or have messed up.
God: Do Me a solid. Tell them I love them. Nuff said.
Me: Bet! Brb…
Pppsssst, beloveds, I was praying for all. Whilst doing so, this silly piece popped into my brain. God says to tell you that you are loved and that you are NOT alone.
I have to admit something. This piece terrifies me. It’s me at my full silliness. God keeps prompting me to let my fool silly out. I keep wanting to argue with Him. We have been having the same argument for decades.
I don’t write like anyone. I don’t minister like anyone. I am serious and silly all at the same time. I tried not to be this way. I still try not to be this way. Who will take me serious I wonder? I can’t help it though. I have fun when I talk to God. He makes me laugh. He makes me feel ridiculous.
I cannot tell you how many times I have been chasticed by Christians. I guess this is why it is so important for me to let folks know to keep being themselves.
God keeps prompting me to start a podcast. I don’t know how. I don’t know who would listen. I don’t know who would care. Ah. The truth comes out. I see a bit of fear popping up here. Which is exactly why I will find a way.
You have been chosen beloveds. For what? That is for you to find out. If you don’t know or trust or believe in God, ask The Universe. You will run into God and do course.
Until then, keep living your life. Life is short. Keep asking questions. Keep lifting your head. Keep forgiving yourself some mistakes and move on from them. Keep loving a world who could care less about you.
Be encouraged. Don’t let fear hold you back from speaking. Even if your words are not received or understood.
I hope you know how precious and priceless you are. Be good to you. Stop looking at your life as a mistake. Begin as many times as you need to. I begin again with you.
walking towards who knows,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: You got me. Keep going. Don’t let you get in your way this week. Tell nonsense no.
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
- IT ME!
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 