Waiting for Your Hand to move.

I await Your Movement.

I wait for Your Hand to move.

I long to feel the comforting weight of Your Hand upon my shoulder.

I feel small.

Your Hand makes me feel strong.

I am weak.

I no longer fear weakness.

She is my friend. Weakness brings me to You.

We are coming.

Weakness and I.

I wonder what You shall say to weakness and I.

I tell her not to be afraid. You would never hurt her. You understand that Your Strength is made perfect in her. In me.

*Cassandra, with weakness in tow, heads to her Father’s now familiar and needed lap.*

wondering what the fresh hell going on,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

• 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