God, I no longer NEED to see Your Hand because I KNOW Your Heart.
Nuff said.
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
π: I have been writing, lately, about being grateful for the hard. I am. I used to get sooooooooooooooo disheartened when I didn’t understand why this, that and the other. Through working through the hard I have learned that life can be just that. Hard.
Hard does NOT mean God does not care and is just being hard. Just means life is being hard.
Don’t be so hard on yourselves, beloveds. Your efforts WILL bear fruit. It just may turn out to be fruit you were not expecting!
Your gifts ARE reaching it’s/their intended targets, beloveds!
Stop judging yourself on your lack of clicks, likes or acceptances. You are getting all your nos out of your way. Your yes IS on the way. It is!
Until then, beloveds, say yes to:
Opportunity.
Love.
Moments.
Life is sooooooooooooooooo short. Look around you. You are missing out on an abundance life, now. Live. Right now. Keep pursuing your dreams. In the meantime, help someone else reach their dreams.
I hope, EVERY day, my words help someone reach higher. Just a bit. Just a smidge. Maybe, just maybe, they shall have enough height, because of MY care, because of God’s Care, to reach their dream.
Ah, this is what I long for now. I wish I could make your dreams come true. My greatest wish is to become financially solvent so I CAN.
I know. This makes me an idiot. This makes me open to scammers. This leaves me open to folk labeling me a potential scammer. I can live with that.
I plan on doing me, EVERY day, until I run out of days.
I CHOOSE.
I care.
I am here. Best as I can be.
I appreciate you, beloveds. I do. Not every one can stand my poems. Speaking of, here’s another poem written just for you:
Apples are red.
Oranges aren’t.
π
Tell the truth, beloveds, you π laughed didn’t you?!π₯°π€πβ₯οΈ
His and yours,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Smh. If yall don’t get way from here and get to living! Go!
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU
