YOU are the impact.

I was sad.

Pitiful.

Forlorn.

Why?

Because I have always wanted to make an impact. I thought I could. I thought I would.

The older I have grown, the smaller my impact looks. To ME.

I look at my life and all I can see is…

My try.

Ha!

I told God I was no longer going to swing for the fence. I told Him I would make my impact from my small corner of the world.

I looked at my corner of the world and felt…

Ridiculous.

Ha!

God told me to look again. I looked. I saw…

You.

Aha!

God: You are the impact. Keep on being…

YOU!

I shall.

being an impact,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Your life IS making an impact. Keep being you. You have no idea how many lives you ARE impacting with your love, your empathy, your try.

I was just complaining, er, praying about the lack of opportunities I had to make an impact. I was tearfully telling God how embarrassing it was that I actually wrote to The Universe and was ghosted BY THE UNIVERSE!

I was hurt, I told God. I also sadly informed Him that I was terribly hurt that even He appeared to have scoffed at me when I offered me, in love, to a world who could give two hoots.

Me: ALL I want(ed) is to make an impact.

God: You are.

Me: I don’t SEE any movement. I don’t SEE any impact!

God: You are.

Me: I am what.

God: The impact that I need. The impact that you seek. The impact The Universe has been waiting for.

Me: Ah.

God: Aha! Your try is all I have ever asked for. Just try. We shall do the rest.

Me: What shall you DO with/for me?

God: Keep asking.

I will.

Asking for A Friend.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being… YOU!

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