Who are you?
Who ARE you?
Where did you come from?
How long, have you been here?
Deep, from inside me.
How did The Universe KNOW, you were the person I have been seeking, for the whole of my life?!
I have looked for you.
Everywhere.
EVERYWHERE!
I have sought you, in jobs, in relationship(s), in ministry.
Yet, you demured. You remained, mute. Until. Until, I, made the choice, to do the scariest thing, I have ever done: Be honest with ME.
Once, honest, I could find the courage, to reach out to The Universe. Upon reaching, my hand found itself, into your own.
Now, I hold your hand. Rather, you now, hold MINE. Don’t let go!
I don’t want to disappoint you, you, this stranger, in my bed. I want to:
Love, you.
Honor, you.
Cherish, you.
Laugh, with you.
Rejoice, with you.
Try, with you.
Who are you?
asking for a friend,
Me(Cassandra)
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I find myself, a few weeks before my 55th birthday, thinking things I have NEVER thought. Doing things, I have never done. Why/how? I have absolutely NO idea. I don’t know this me, this stranger in my bed…
- 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?! 