I am angry with myself.
For messing up my fire stick and I can’t get it fixed.
I fussed with myself.
I put everything down when I realized I was beating up myself.
I made a mistake.
I am not that mistake.
Even so it’s not fair to my heart to beat up on me this way.
I will not live another moment beating myself up for things I am not able to do.
We do this to ourselves too often don’t we, beloveds?
We punish ourselves for things that have been forgiven a long time ago.
I choose not to do that anymore.
I choose to be understanding with myself especially when I make mistakes.
My life is not a mistake.
My try is not a mistake.
When I try I will fail but that does not mean that try was unsuccessful. Each try leads me in new directions. Each try helps makes me a better person.
I think it breaks God’s heart when we punish ourselves, believing He will also. The world uses God’s name to get what it wants. God just loves us and wants the best for us. I understand why many have turned their backs and walked away on God. God understands as well.
I apologize to my heart for being so harsh with it. My heart is tender. My heart needs to be treated with respect at all times. Not just when I am doing well.
The reason why I started this blog in the first place is to encourage folk to treat their heart well. You deserve to be loved. You deserve to be valued. You deserve to be heard. You deserve to be respected. You deserve to be cherished. You deserve to have your dreams come true.
Why?
Simply because you are.
I hope the best for your life. I pray for you everyday. Every single day. My twin will tell you that every conversation is about what I can do to be of an encouragement to each follower in every person that I commented contact with.
What can I say or do to get you to stop beating up on yourself? I work on myself every day. It gets tiring at times. I want to give up at times. I refuse to give up.
Why?
Because your life matters to me. You are incredibly important to this world. This world will not tell you that. This world wants to use you and take everything that you have and are. I want you to have the best.
Why?
Because you were born.
I don’t write these words hoping to become a millionaire by there. I do hope to find a way to monetize my gifts so that I can give more of me away. That is my main goal and hope.
The day I lost my mom, I thought I would never laugh again. I would never love again. I would never know joy again.
Because of the relentless Love of God. I have been able to laugh and love and know joy. Which is why I want to encourage others to keep going. You can overcome a tough loss. Yes, life will still hurt but you can still have joy.
I spent my fifty fifth birthday alone. Yet, I was not alone. I talked to mom. I said hey to dad, who also passed away. I laugh with God all day.
It saddens me to know that there are so many who won’t love themselves because they are waiting for others to do so.
Stop waiting for folks to love you and love on you. You are worthy. You are worth it. You matter. This is not a rah rah speech. This is the truth.
Stop beating yourself up for the mistakes you have made and will continue to make in the future. Keep trying. I’m gonna get back after fixing what I messed up on the technical end.
We can and we will won’t we? I think so. We got thangs to do.
doing thangs with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Autocorrect has NO idea what to do with me. I put words together in weird ways. I put commas in weird and wrong places. Why? As a way to remind myself to be ME. Writing styles were created by someone. Who says that someone gets to control how MY writing brain and heart beat? Ah. Aha!
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being… YOU