Real talk: When your dreams are too heavy for you to carry…alone.

I told God my dreams were too heavy for me to carry…alone.

Alone.

ALONE!

I want to be mad at the whole damned world. Okay, just one person: Mom.

Mom😭.

December is the haaarrrdeeest month since mom passed away Christmas morning 2016. This year will be year seven. 7!

Crap. Crap. Crap! DAMMIT, I am not a cusser and want to cuss the whole entirety of this momless world!

I don’t.

I have learned to plan for this time of year. For holidays. For missing mom days.

I MAKE myself get out of bed.

I MAKE myself something to eat.

I MAKE myself take out the trash.

I MAKE myself work.

I MAKE myself reach out and love someone.

I MAKE myself lean on God.

I MAKE myself make myself laugh.

I MAKE myself write three pieces, at least, daily.

I MAKE myself listen to praise/worship/uplifting music.

I MAKE myself read my Bible.

I MAKE myself watch Hallmark movies I still sniff over because of all the delicious sappy.

I MAKE myself remind you, remind ME, that we are loved and NOT alone.

I MAKE myself enjoy coffee with mom and loving her in a new way. Crap!

I MAKE myself make my grateful lists on the daily.

I MAKE myself give my heavy dreams to God to help me carry.

Ah, beloveds, be encouraged. Life is worth living. Even the hard parts. Oh, beloveds, lean on those that care for you. Ow, beloveds, this hurts.

We CAN. We WILL!

Remember:

You are not your pain.

This too SHALL pass.

The rainbow is coming after the storm has passed.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being… YOU

leaning hard,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Ah, mom…

• 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