You are His Dream.

You.

YOU!

YOU, beloved, are His Dream.

For years, for decades, for weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks I have been asking God and Life one question:

What is YOUR dream for my life.

For years, for decades, for weeks and weeks and weeks both God and Life have been telling and trying to tell and telling one word:

Me.

Me?

Me!

For 50 plus years, I have/had been trying to barter everything BUT me.

How the world could THIS me be pleasing in His Sight when this me has/had been so unsightly, unseemly, seemingly by man/men?

Yet, God and Life loved me, loves me, still.

Until, finally, ah, love, I loved me back.

There is not a lot more satisfying than the sheer satisfaction of KNOWING you are satisfied, finally, with…YOU.

Warts, mistakes, missteps and all the other messes that messes with you.

Once you understand you ARE  His Dream, you can enjoy chasing down dreams, unicorns and rainbows. Whether you catch them or not becomes moot.路‍♀️

You are His Dream.

Amazing.

You are amazing.

Amaze yourself.

Close your eyes.

Open them.

Live.

Be.

Dream.

Ready?

Set?

Let’s go!

dreaming with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: How the heck you needing a note after THAT inspiration? Yall some greedy peeps, huh?

• 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