I don’t have much.
Not to me, anyway.
My little bit doesn’t seem to be a whole lot, in my eyes at times.
I want my little bit to do a lot, to be a lot. For me. For others.
My little bit, to me, has not done a lot. For Me. For others.
God says for me to be patient. Says there is a whole lotta Him in my little bit. Sure doesn’t feel like it to me.
My lot seems soooooooooooooooooooo little.
Yet, Jesus DID feed a bajillion peep with a couple of fish 🐠 and loaves of bread. So much so there were baskets left over.
I’m trying to use my little, beloveds, to love a lot of folk. I pray it will be enough.
In the meantime, all we can do is all we can. That’s it. 55 says my little is awfully pitiful. 56 says not to worry. 😄
Stop looking at your little bit, beloveds, and valuing it and you as worthless. You mean much more than you could ever know.
When things are super tough, this little imp jumps on my shoulder and tries to convince me to stop writing.
“NO one is listening”, it says.
“NO one cares”, it says.
Some days, I listen. I look at my little bit and find it wanting. Then, my want to refuses to give up. There is just too much God in my little bit. Ha!
Keep fighting for you. Keep fighting for your dreams.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note:
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
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