Living my dream(s) out loud.

Ah.

Aha!

4 am.

I have been up.

ALL night.

Writing.

Praying.

Dreaming.

Realizing, with tears streaming down awed and grateful cheeks, that I am, right here, right now, living my dream(s), out loud.

This.

Doing just this.

Ah, beloveds.

*hugs self*

May not mean more than a glance at a post.

Means EVERYTHING to me.

The chance to share/say:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

I have spent many a lonely and feeling unloved day.

I always told God when I made enough money to have ‘influence’, I would be able to tell folk:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

God told me, years ago, tell them, these things.

I told God, I was not enough. Not yet. When I became SOMETHING, folk would listen.

Life told me, years ago, tell them, these things.

I told Life, I did not have enough. Not yet. When I MADE something, folk would listen.

Jesus told me, years ago, tell them, these things.

I told Jesus, this me was not good enough. Not yet. When I BECAME, folk would listen.

The Universe tells me, now, tell them, these things.

I will.

I choose to.

I must.

I shall:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU.

All I can do, is reach those, God/Life/The Universe allows me to reach.

I have your back(s) beloveds. When you are feeling your lowest, lean back. The back you feel, shall be mine. Held up by God, by Life, by The Universe. We got you.

Be encouraged.

living my dream(s) outloud,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Thank you, beloveds.For allowing me just a moment to share my heart with you. it has been my honor, my pleasure, my joy to take a pebble, from your mountain. Be well. Holla back, as these young folk weirdly say.