All my life, and I mean all, something on the inside of me has been telling me to do one thing.
Just one.
Write.
All my life, God has been asking me to do one thing.
One.
Write.
And, all my life, Life has been challenging me to do one thing.
One.
Write.
Write, God said.
To, whom, I asked.
Just write, He replied.
Write, Life said.
About, what, I asked.
Just write, Life replied.
54 years later, I know what to write.
54 years later, I say these words to you:
You are loved.
YOU are loved.
You ARE loved.
You are LOVED.
You are:
Enough.
Cherished.
Seen.
Heard.
By, God.
By, Life.
By, me.
Who am I?
I am your sister.
Your sister of color.
Your extremely loud sis.
Your life matters.
To, God.
To, Life.
To, me.
I wish I had millions of dollars.
Why?
So I could spend the rest of my days letting folk know they can, they will and they are loved.
I know. I know I can say all that for free. I do. As much as I can. But a girl can dream out loud, can’t she?
I don’t want to be famous.
I don’t want to be flush with cash so I can hide out in a lavish home and pretend like a hurting world is not outside my door.
You may find this corny but I go through my work day in order to get to my real work day:
Reaching out to you.
So, you will KNOW you are not alone.
You are loved.
You are.
Be, encouraged.
Life is short.
Say.
Live.
Love.
Don’t give up.
Not yet.
You are loved.
His and yours,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
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Why Can't I Be Loud?! 