Keep loading.
It’s hot.
I’m tired.
Dishes have started to pile up.
A sign, old habits, are wanting to come back.
A sign, fatigue is trying to make a coward of my try.
I keep reminding myself to keep loading the dishwasher.
I keep reminding myself to keep loading my mind with positive things.
I keep reminding myself to keep loading my heart/spirit with uplifting things.
There are so many things I could be loading my mind with:
Bills.
More bills.
Less money.
No money.
Yikes!
*Cassandra reminds herself to keep loading the dishwasher and keep it moving.*
Gotta go, beloveds, the dishwasher calls.
Be encouraged.
Keep going.
I know the length of the hard can get to be trying. Keep trying. I am with you. I just want to plop down, in the middle of the road, and have a big tantrum. Is much too hot for that. Whew! Who knows? What we are waiting for may be just ’round that next bend. Cmon. Let’s go. We got this…
- 📫 WHEN WORSHIP FINDS YOU 🎧🙏🏿❤️🔥
- MOM, WOMBIE, WE NEVER GOT MARCH. 🧸❤️🩹
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 