You ARE!

“Who am I?”

I asked this, of God. I asked this, of Life.

God and Life said:

“You are Precious.”

“How can this be?”

I showed God and Life all of my mistakes. “How can I be precious, when I have fallen so short, when I have lost more than I have won, when I have failed to meet my expectations and yours?”

God and Life showed me all the countless moments where I had touched lives.

Unknowingly, by my seemingly clumsy, and, to me, fruitless efforts.

I was amazed.

By all the lives that had been touched:

By my efforts.

By MY hands.

Lives made better!

Lives more joyful!

Simply because I had tried.

Simply because I had been born.

While I had been holding my head down, despairing, many had laughed, many had loved because of me. Because I tried. God and Life just needed me to try. They just needed my effort. God and Life took care of the rest.

“What am I?”

I asked this, of Life. I asked this, of God.

Life and God said:

“You are Priceless”

“How can this be?”

I pulled out my small measuring stick and showed God and Life my small pile of efforts. Meticulously, I went over each one. Every time I had tried this, and failed. Every time I had reached for that, and missed out. I pointed out every error, fretted over every mistake. How could I be everything when I had nothing, to show, for the meager life, I had made.

Life and God told me to look behind me.

Turning, I saw and endless sea of Red roses. They went on, forever, it seemed. As far as I could see. The Red Roses, you see, were all the love, the joy, the hope, the peace that I had brought, to the world, that I had given, to the world, just by my effort.

While I had been holding my head down, despairing, many had laughed, many had loved because of me. Because I tried. God and Life just needed me to try. They just needed my effort. God and Life took care of the rest.

“Why am I?”

I asked this, of God. I asked this, of Life.

God and Life said:

“You are to just BE”

“How can this be?”

I pulled out every rule book that demanded a lifetime of giving, of doing. I went through every command to do this, to say that, to give here, to go there. There were so many pages! Endless pages, of how to live, who/what to live for. I despaired of ever getting to the end. There would never be enough hours, in the day, to do these things, to give these things, to be these things.

God and Life told me to look behind me.

Turning, I saw endless baskets of bread. They went on, forever, it seemed. As far as I could see. The bread, you see, were all the laughter, the encouragement, the fulfillment, the grace that I had brought, to the world, that I had given, to the world, just by my effort.

While I had been holding my head down, despairing, many had laughed, many had loved because of me. Because I tried. God and Life just needed me to try. They just needed my effort. God and Life took care of the rest.

“Who are you?”

God and Life, asked of me.

Looking back, at the roses, at the baskets of bread, I bowed my head, in humble thanksgiving, and said these things:

I am. Many things, I am:

I am love. I shall give it.

I am joy. I shall live it.

I am hope. I shall show it.

I am peace. I shall be it.

I am laughter. I shall share it.

I am encouragement. I shall do it

I am fulfillment. I shall grant it.

I am grace. I shall bestow it.

God and Life just needs me to try. They just need my effort. God and Life will take care of the rest.

I will try. I will give. I will love. I will let God and Life take care of the rest.

Who, what, and why are you, I ask of you?

You ARE!

being and trying with you,

Me (Cassandra)

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