Egads!
Yikes!
God and Life have been listening and answering my petitions and I now I just don’t know what to do with ME!
I don’t quite know what to always do with this new me. This new me is super adventurous. This new me wants to get into all manner of hoopla and shenanigans. This new me wants to explore, explore, and explore some more.
Whilst, the old me, the tired me, the me that lost my mom, just wants to crawl into bed and sleep for six months in between eating popcorn, jello and grilled cheese sandwichs.
So, I find that new me and old me have been in heated debates, here lately. And, old habits have joined in the fight making new habits rush to new mes side and rescue.
To top that, both God AND Life has soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo unfairly taken new me and new habits side and told old me and old habits to take two seats. Now, old me, being the smarter one, in my humble opinion, tore over to Jesus to see if He would be on my side. He said an undignified ‘nope’ and has left the old me to my old devices to figure things out for myself.
Turns out, though, old things no longer work as they do. Old fears, anxiety and doubts don’t wake me in a panic or keep me up for weeks at a time.
To my surprise, old me has been going to sleep, of late and has slowly been conversing with new me and new habits….*gasp*….traitor!
To make things worse, old habits don’t work as well as they used to and I don’t have the energy to try and refill them. So, I find myself doing me time and borrowing new mes new habits and they have ALL gained up on me and have dragged me out of hiding.
Which has left me a bit shaken, a bit stirred and peering around suspiciously waiting for 007 to come round to collect me in his beautiful black tux….whew….007 was a looker. All of them. Though, I am partial to Roger Moore and Pierce Brosnan
I find myself waiting.
I find myself waiting for something.
I find myself waiting for someone.
I find myself…
Huh?
*Cassandra turns around and sees The Great King, dressed in a stunning pure gold tuxedo. He has a blood red rose held rakishly in His Teeth. Bowing low, Jesus extends His Hand and asks Cassandra to dance. Being mindful of His Nail-Scarred Hand, Cassandra shyly curtsies and gives Him a big hug”
I have found myself…
to be continued.
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
P.S. I am too overwhelmed at the care that God has shown lately that I am verklempt. Yall give the motto or moral of this piece. I’m too busy swooning and mooning over life coming attractions.
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
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