When I was 8 years old, God told me He had things for me to share with the world. He did not tell me what those words were. He did not tell me when my time would be. He just said He had thanks for me to share with you.
Since that time, I have been:
Wondering.
Wandering.
Wanting.
Whining.
Losing.
Living.
Learning.
Laughing.
Healing.
Hoping.
Helping.
Holding.
Standing.
Falling.
Believing.
Doubting.
Working.
Lazy.
Scared.
Fearless.
Lost.
Found.
Rinse.
Repeat.
Until, God called and said:
It’s your time. Tell them for ME. EVERY day.
Beloveds:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being… YOU
His and yours,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: This is YOUR time, beloveds. How do I know? Because you are reading these words. I have been waiting for YOU for decades. Go on, now. Do what your heart has been clamoring to do for the whole of your life. You CAN. You WILL. You MUST. Be encouraged.
- 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?! 