I’m angry.
Angry, at this mountain that just won’t move.
Dammit.
Yes, I know, watch your language, Cassandra.
I am just sick and tired, Father, of looking at this same blasted mountain.
Tell me, how to move it.
Teach me, how to move it.
Tell me, it is not going to move so I can get the hell on with the rest of this thing, called life.
Dammit.
I still love you, Lord. Just a bit peeved, I guess, with me.
Why in the fresh hell do You keep prodding me to keep moving forward knowing this blasted mountain is in the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Move it or move it along.
Am weary. Moving a pebble at a time just is not cutting it.
I am 54. How many more lessons must one learn in order for You to make it do what it do?
Asking for a friend,
Cassandra
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- 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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