My dreams have awakened.
From deep inside.
They call to me.
I hear them now.
Loudly.
Calling.
To me.
To ME?!
Why me, I ask my dreams?
How can you trust ME to fulfill you, I questioned my dreams.
My dreams winked at me.
My dreams beckoned me to come to them.
Here I come.
Now.
Unafraid.
Where shall we go, I asked my dreams.
Everywhere, my dreams replied.
What shall we see, I questioned my dreams.
Everything, my dreams shared.
Why did you come now, I wondered aloud to my dreams.
You were ready, my dreams reminded me.
Ready for what?
Ah.
Aha!
Come.
*Cassandra took Jesus Hand and walked into her future. *
following You,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I have no idea why God chose ME to be me. I have no earthly idea why He has continued to impress on me to write. Write and let the world know that they are loved and that they are NOT alone.
I feel sooooooooooo inadequate. So many have been and are disillusioned at the word God, let alone want to believe. Due, in part, to folk who have used the name of God for their own ends.
I can only be me and offer but the oyster and goulash I am:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU.
God SEES you.
God LOVES you.
God CARES DEEPLY for your life.
- 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
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 