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I didn’t know my own strength!
I sit here, tearfully.
I stand here, joyfully.
I kneel here, humbly.
Victorious.
Supported.
Loved.
By He, who IS Love.
By, Life.
By, family.
By, friends.
Mostly, blessedly, by me.
ME!
I love me, some me.
Took a long time, beloveds, for me to learn some me, accept some me, receive some me, believe in some me, hope for some me.
For so long, you see, just me, just being me, didn’t appear to be enough for this world, for circumstances, for situations, for others, for jobs, for other races, for any and all men.
For so very long, I would not allow me to be enough, for me. I mistakenly believed I had to be this, do that, give this, have that, to be seen, loved, valued, honored, cared for.
I cry, as I write these next words. Through tears, I freely, gladly, joyfully admit that I didn’t even believe that I ever was, never could be, enough for God, for Life, for a man, for friends, for a ‘decent’ job. I accepted scraps to be eaten by the grateful for any scrap me.
Yes, the world whispered these lies to me. Yea, the enemy(for Christian folk like me the enemy name is satan) shouted these lies to me on an endless loop. Absolutely, people, circumstances and situations reminded me daily of these lies.
Sadly, I repeated their refrain, added many more of my own. Mixed them all until there was not much of me except the hard working, encourager, encouraging, strong person I thought was me.
Until, One, Who IS Love, gave His All, His Life, His Blood, for me. For, me!
Yet, I had been so ashamed, of being me, I couldn’t fully receive, see or accept His Love, His Care, for me. I had soooooo much live for the world, for others, yet had little, to none to spare for me.
It was only through the relentless love, of My Relentless Love, God, and Life that I was able, FINALLY, to receive, love, accept, respect, care for, rejoice for, stand up for and stand by…me.
Me.
Me!
ME!!
YYYYYYAAAAAAAASSS!
I didn’t know my own strength!
Only God knows how many moments I wanted to walk away, from me. He wouldn’t let me.
Thank You, God. For, not giving up, on me.
Thank you, Life. For, not giving up, on me.
Thank you, family. For, not giving up, on me.
Thank you, friends. For, not giving up, on me.
Thank you, beloveds. For, not giving up, on me.
Thank you, me. For, not giving up.
It is my heartfelt prayer that every heart can and will know he/she/they are seen, heard, loved and cherished.
You are not alone.
Be encouraged.
Light/love WILL drive out the darkness. And, even in darkness God and Life can see and is there with you til you can see/be.
You CAN.
You WILL.
You ARE!
here,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe


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