I love the night.
Early morning hours, to be more precise.
In the wee hours, I journey. In my mind, with God, yakking endlessly about every subject underneath heaven and the stars.
I often wonder, and wander, in my mind, beloveds, about you.
Yea, YOU. If you are reading these words, my mind/heart often wonders how you are doing. I ask God and Life to keep you safe. I wonder if you are lonely. I wonder if you have a Jaybird in your life that makes you laugh. I wonder if you truly KNOW you are not alone in this great big world.
I wonder why you hide. From life. From yourself. I wonder what has made your heart grow so…*shrug*. I don’t know. Which is why, I yak, incessantly so, to/with God and Life, about YOU. I wish I could wrap my arms around the whole world. I wish I could take away the hurt from EVERY heart. I wish I could pay off every bill so folks wouldn’t have to fret and fear so much.
I wish I could sit with EVERY heart just to let them know I was there. So, he/she/they would know they were loved and not alone.
Oh, that I could remove your mountain, beloveds. I can’t. Hopefully, through these meager words, through me being the somtimes stale oyster cracker I am, can feed your soul. Just a bit. Just a smidge.
Life is worth living. It saddens me so many give up before the journey has ended. I understand why they did. They just could not bear the pain a second longer. I pray for those who are hurting. Hurt is so loud it drowns out EVERYTHING. Pain blots out the sun. That I could remove every pain from every heart.
I can’t. So, I climb up on the lap of The Father and ask that He whispers in your ear that you are loved and you are not alone.
Hide from life no more, beloveds. Life has so much to offer. Stick around long enough to find out, would you? You are much too priceless to be hiding, still, behind your walls of glass. Come out. Come out from there.
Finally, beloveds, I just want you to know I shall be here. On the daily. Shouting into the void to let folk know they are loved and that they are not alone. May seem utterly ridiculous to keep doing so, after all these years. I have lots of stamina, when it comes to loving on some folk. If you don’t know, why, you had better ask somebody!
Be encouraged.
Things really will work out for you.
They will.
here,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
- IT ME!
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 