God: Share, your heart.
Me: I don’t know, how.
God: Share, YOUR heart.
Me: I don’t know, where.
God: Share, your HEART.
Me: I don’t know, with whom.
God: SHARE, your heart.
M: I don’t know, how much.
God: SHARE, YOUR HEART. For, it is MY heart. It is filled with MY care. It is filled with MY love. For, you. With My Love, you can give My Love, to others,through, your heart. Your heart is both precious and priceless. To, ME. To, Life. To, The Universe. To, those who love and care for your life.
Me: In that case, I don’t know, why not. Brb…
sharing my β₯ heart with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: When I began this blog, I had no idea who it was for. I know now. Who, you ask? Ah. Aha! Great question. Come along, beloveds. Let us journey, together. These, dear ones, are not just words, upon a page. What’s more, you are so much more than you could and do no. Walk with me and find put all the things God, Life and now, The Universe, whispers to me, of you.
This blog, has changed my life. Literally. Every word, every piece, every comment, every like, every follow, has blessed me, to my core. Why? Because, they, you, God, Life, The Universe, have called and caused me to face my biggest enemy, my best friend, my sappiest hopeless romantic, my irreverent comrade, my staunchest defender, my greatest advocate, my most energetic cheerleader, my gentlest comforter, my incredible forgiver…ME.
Tada.
I am here, world. Such as I have, I share with you…
My heart.
π
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
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