“WHY!?”
Silence.
“WHY, ARE YOU BEING SO CRUEL?!”
SILENCE!
“WHY, ARE YOU BEING SO BLASTED SILENCE WHEN HARD IS BEING SOOOOOOO LOUD?!!”
God’s Silence, has been defeaning. Loudly so. Prominently so. Maddeningly so. Fresh hell.
It has FELT like hell. I have felt:
Lost.
Forsaken.
Forgotten.
Afraid.
Not lost, as in directional, but lost as in hopeless. Not hopeless so much as less than. Less than:
Capable.
Able.
Stable.
I hate feeling unstable!
I hate these times. I appreciate these times. These times force me to keep being kind tome when it feels like all else is being sooooooo mean.
Everything within me wants to call mom and say…*sigh*. Crap.
I wish I did not always have to be an adult. Wish I could throw more temper tantrums and take my toys and run. Fresh hell.
Since I can’t, I will sit here and pout, ever so quietly, and ask God why He being so mean with His Silence?
I shall see what He shall say to me.
*silence*
Crap.
waiting in the silence,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Remain still. You are NOT alone. God’s Silence speaks volumes, if you listen. Folk are too quick to fill the silence with distraction and noise.
Be still. All things come in their APPOINTED time.
One step.
One step.
One step.
- 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?! 