Mother’s Day: My business, my silence.

Writing 7 Minutes

Mother’s Day:

My agenda:

Turn off phone.

Check.

Turn off/tune out the word.

Check.

I checked out. Or, so I thought.

God’s agenda:

Turn on the phone.

Check.

Waited for said phone to ring.

Check.

Said phone rang.

Check. Check.

Talked to sis.

Check.

Talk time #1 = 6.40 hours.

During said talk time did the following, in no particular order:

Drank coffee.

Shared stories of mom.

Smiled.

Laughed.

Commiserated.

Drank more coffee.

Loved.

Watched NBA playoffs with sound down…*gasp*😳

Made Cassandra Goulash #2. Goulash #2 ingredients:

One half roll Jimmy Dean’s sausage(original).

One grilled chicken breast.

Two thinly sliced Johnsonville bacon and cheddar brats.

One can French cut green beans.

One can sliced potatoes.

One dab of Irish butter.

One sprinkling shredded Colby/American cheese.

Random seasonings.

Mix all, lovingly, in my lovely new baby electric skillet and tada!:

Check.

Drank more coffee.

Check.

Remembered to switch to decaf in order to not be up until the following Mother’s Day.

Whew!

Check.

Laughed.

Check.

Reminisced.

Check.

Shared hearts.

Check.

Supported on another.

Check.

Laughed.

Check.

Pondered.

Check.

Wondered.

Check.

Meandered.

Check. Check!

Loaded the dishwasher.

Check.

Washed the dishes.

Check.

Separated now loving made Cassandra Goulash #2 into three wonderously scrumptious servings…*excited shiver*.

Check!

Decided to spend a bit of time, with mom, in Cherry, my Ford Focus purchased in 2016. Now, THAT is another story, to be told, shortly…*hugs self*.

Advised sis I needed to take out the now THREE bags of trash, whilst trying NOT to kill two innocent birds with any stones. Poor birds! Forever getting killed with two stones of which I have NO earthly idea why we all be killing birds with two stones when needing to do more than one thing at once….*Cassandra makes note to meander, wonder and ponder who on earth and why the world someone came up with this perfectly awful but useful saying*

Ended Call #1.

Took out trash.

Check.

Sat in Cherry.

Did the following, in no particular order, whilst sitting in Cherry:

Drank coffee…don’t judge me….*shrug*

Talked to mom.

Smiled.

Sniffed.

Laughed.

Smiled.

Recorded short audio to thank mom and let her know how very much I loved her and appreciated her giving me life.

Texted sis who I just spent a delish 6.40 talking to, telling her of my time sitting in Cherry, yakking with mom and loving life.

Decided to call my wombie.

Called wombie which was Call #2. Did the following whist talking with sis, in Cherry, in no random order:

Finished coffee.

Swatted mosquitoes.

Laughed.

Loved.

Shared hearts.

Swatted mosquitoes.

Chased from Cherry by said, now malicious mosquitoes who apparently wanted Cherry and mom to themselves.

Whew.

Tore up the stairs, dived into my thank the good heavens mosquito free apartment.

Continued yakking with wombie.

Ordered from Amazon.

Ordered from Amazon.

Ordered from Amazon….*don’t judge me*.

Decided to give the end of my day to reading in my Thompson Chain Reference Bible….*delicious shiver*.

Read Proverbs Chapter 3. Fantastic!

Told wombie I HAD to kick her discreetly, to the curb, in order to kick it with The Father.

Ended Call #2.

Yakked, endlessly, relentlessly, incessantly, with The Father and thanked Him for the now wonderous motherless Mother’s Day, not wanting it to end.

Not wanting it to end, I rang up wombie for Call #3 and yakked, endlessly, relentlessly, about the wonderfulness of my motherless Mother’s Day.

All the while, my business had gotten all up in our business, deciding my business was worth telling my business, to you, beloveds, which is why my business won’t shut up about my motherless Mother’s Day business and she could give two hoots about my fatigue as she is all about HIS Business.

Which, now brings me, us, to Call #4. Yes, beloveds, there was a 4th call….whew. Mind you, it is well nigh past midnight. Yet, to me, the next day does NOT officially start until I have gone to bed and woken again…*shrug*. Do not ask me why this is true but it IS. Yep, the next day does not officially start until you have ended the previous one with sleep.

N-E_Waze, after I yakked with wombie, I was super tired but sooooooooooooooo not wanting Mother’s Day to end. Being so, I got to texting with sis from Call #1. During said text, the following happened, in no random order:

I texted sis.

Sis texted me.

I texted me.

Sis, remembering I had said I was going watch Marvel Movies and Star Wars movies did not call me back and made the mistake of mentioning she was not calling me back as I had specifically advised I was done talking on the phone with sis as we had talked 6.40 hours.

I call sis for now call #5. During said call we did the following, in random order:

Laughed.

Talked about Marvel Movies and Star Wars movies….*shiver*.

Loved.

Shared.

Reminisced.

Shared picture of scrumptious Italian sausage, eggs and cheese scrambled eggs and toast I had made during either yakking with her, texting her, yakking with wombie..*shrug*. Who the world knows? Was starving by then. Mind you, this was after 2 in the morning!

All the whilst, my business had gotten all up in our business taking notes and taking names. Remembering nuggets best shared with others so she, my writer, my business, could be about His Business which was helping me to be about His Business and share His Heartbeat, His Love, His Laughter, His Joy, His Love for, His Reverence for…YOU!

Anywho, and N-E-Waze, talked to sis until checking my phone for the time.

5:40 am!

Yikes!

Egads!

Crying uncle, I begged off the phone, turned the phone off, then begged my business to take a chill pill so I can get some kind of sleep some kind of time else I will fall out in a heap forever written and or talked out. My business, my writer, took pity on me and allowed me to fall into blissful half sleep whilst I watched Rey beat the holy hooey out of The Dark Side. Go, Rey!

Do NOT ask me how, but I woke, in complete silence, in semi darkness as morning had arrived in the midst of egg eating and incessant yakking, to find the television off. The fan lovingly caressed me and whispered awe at the motherless Mother’s Day that appears just won’t end.

Ah.

I lay, in darkness, listening to the delicious sound of silence. Still, in darkness, now light through the light of sharing mom, now gone, ever here, with family. Reveling in silence, my heart, now silent, now free, full of peace, spoke to me of so many things she woke up my business.

For heaven’s sake!

Said business, my business, my writer, listening to my silence, which spoke to me so loudly, decided it was time to get all up in my business and told me to be about being about His Business, which was letting folks know they were loved, they were not alone and to keep oing being themselves.

My business, hauled me out of a perfectly fine bed. Into the bathroom, phone in tow, my business sent me to, ehem, take care of personal business, then sent me back to the living room so I could be about His Business, with my business, my writer, in order to be about being about it so I can let you know how very much you are loved, thought of, cared for and prayed for.

Do you SEE, beloveds, why I need some time off, from work, in order to keep doing my work, which is His Work, which is letting you know….okay, you KNOW, by now, or should what my be about is all about.

Be careful, beloveds, what you wish for. It is now 12:16 pm and I have yet to enter the day after Mother’s Day. It is Mother’s Day. Still. Til a sister goes to sleep and wake up. Yet, I still don’t want this day to end.

The Mother’s Day I thought I would dread has turned out to one of the most precious days I have ever had. Though alone, I was NOT alone. Sis, wombie, God and Life spent a delicious motherless Mother’s Day with me. As, did mom.

Now, this loud oyster cracker, finds herself wanting to be silent. Needing to be still. Waiting to hear what my business will say to me. What my heart, will say to me. What God will say to me. What Life will say to me. What mom will say to me. Most folks are afraid to be silent. They are terrified to hear what their silence will say to them. What their hearts will say to them.

Don’t be afraid of your silence, beloveds. Don’t be afraid of your business. Don’t be afraid when God changes your agenda. Who knows? He may give you an endless motherless Mother’s Day.

I love you.

You.

YOU, beloveds. If you eyes have fallen upon these words, they were meant for you.

Such as this teeny weeny loud now silent oyster cracker has I offer you.

Take care and be encouraged.

As for me and my house, well, my business just will NOT be silent so I will either write, til I fall out or…*shrug*.

God and Life knows and They aint telling.

Remember alway:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

*Cassandra goes in search of coffee*.

Whew!

being about being about it,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short. None of us knows when our time shall end. I am doing my level best to live as though this day were my last. Not to be morbid. We truly have no idea. I CAN tell you that I have had the greatest hoot living, with INTENTION, loving me some Him, while allowing Him to love Him some me and taking each day as it comes and will. Be at peace. You got this. God and Life has us all. How much more loved could we be?

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