Keep going: If…

If…

You are ready to kick something.

You are ready to run away.

You are ready to kick something then run away.

You are on the verge of your:

Breakthrough.

Miracle.

Victory.

It’s either that or we can kick something and run away together, beloveds.πŸ˜‚

Keep going, beloveds.

Keep doing the hard.

Keep singing.

Keep writing.

Keep dancing.

Keep running.

Keep laughing.

Keep crying.

Keep trying.

So what if you appear to be doing these things badly or by yourself.

So what?

You are:

Building your legacy.

Expanding your life.

Changing the things around you.

Remember, beloveds to:

Look WITHIN you.

Look AROUND you.

Look BENEATH your feet.

You are stitching a heart β™₯ of gold.

You are surrounding yourself with all you need.

You are standing upon priceless treasure made by your try.

EVERY step you are taking, beloveds, is a miracle. You are creating the miracle you seek with EVERY try.

Do NOT dismiss your try.

Do NOT dismiss your love.

Do NOT dismiss your dreams.

Keep going. Your try is taking you places you could never imagine.

Life is short. You don’t have to have your name in neon to be seen, to be loved, to be validated.

You already are!

Be encouraged.

This may seem and sound ridiculous but I have never been so disappointed and joyful in the entirety of my life.

Every morning, I wake up breathless. Hopeful. Determined. Encouraged. Resolute.

Why?

Because my dreams are about to come true!

Every evening, I climb weirdly into bed. Disappointed. Frustrated. Mad at God and at my dreams.

Why?

Because my dreams did not come true!

Fresh hell!

πŸ˜³πŸ˜­πŸ€’πŸ₯²πŸ˜†πŸ₯°πŸŒπŸ€—

I have learned and learning. That’s the whole purpose of life, to me anyway, is in the try. The outcome not up to me. It never has been. It never will be.

My words WILL reach their intended target. How do I know this? Because you are reading them.

Ah.

Aha!

Keep building your legacy. The rest truly will come out in the wash. Chase those things that last. What things are those? You tell me.

living in the moment,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: So many of you have the most beautiful blogs and words! I stand in awe. I sneak their and swoon at your words. I tell myself NOT to be too intimidated. Your pieces are sooooooo well written! I try not to think of my words, lined up next to yalls. I feel foolish. Which reminds me the reason why I started this blog in the first place:

To remind people to be themselves. To let folks know they are loved and not alone. Speaking of which I almost forgot!:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being… YOU!

Your gift is blessing the world in more ways than you will ever know. Isn’t that the whole point of your gift? Do you even know the purpose of the gift inside you????

Expect more.

Expect more.

From, yourself.

Do more.

For, others.

Give more.

To, the world.

Why?

Why not?

Why not you?

Why not now?

expecting more of/from me,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

πŸ—’ : Nuff said. You are loved and not alone. Keep on being you.

Give more.

Give more.

To, yourself.

Be more.

For, yourself.

Do more.

With, yourself.

Life is short. Stop waiting for others. Give you what you need.

Love someone. Starting with you!

giving more,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

Ow, God! What am I doing wrong?!

Me: Ow!

Me: Fresh hell.

Me: *stamps foot*

Me: 😭

God: What’s wrong?

Me: That’s the problem! I don’t KNOW:

What I am doing.

What I am doing WRONG.

I don’t know what’s WRONG?!!!!!

God: Why do you imagine something is wrong?

Me: NOTHING I am trying seems to be working. I’m in the SAME place. Still. STILL!!

God: Are you, though? Look again. Look IN you. Look AROUND you. Look BENEATH you.

Hhmm.

??

!!

😳

*Cassandra looked within and could see her heart being stitched with gold EVERY time she took a chance on love that appeared to be unrecognized and unreturned.

Cassandra looked around and grew astonished at ALL the wisdom, joy, truth, laughter, love and foolishness surrounding her each time she tried and seemingly failed.

Cassandra looked beneath her feet gazing with amazement as she stood upon a mountain of diamonds which her feet produced every time she walked when she had rather stopped.*

God: You have NOT failed. You have done nothing wrong. All things are being worked for your good. I promised you this. I keep My Promises. Keep going. Keep talking to Me. Even when you don’t understand. Especially when you don’t understand. I understand your frustration. Be encouraged. I love you. I joy over you.

Ah, God…πŸ€—

appreciative of the hard,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged. I had a terrific cry earlier. Just had a good boo hoo. Why? I’m 55 and wondering how long this dream fulfilling foolishness will take. Keep going, beloveds. Keep going.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

My life is in Your Hands.

I am, currently, bellowing Kathy Tracolli’s “My Life Is In Your Hands”.

I love that song!!!

I’m not sure the neighbors are loving my howling rendition.

Opps.

I love me some Him!

I loooooooooooooove You, Lord!!!

Ah, beloveds, sometimes I just gotta let Him KNOW how very much I love me some Him!

I am saddened to see so many folk who use God for every other purpose than to share His Love for man.

I try not to get preachy all up in my blog. So many have been hurt in the name of God, in the name of supposed ‘religion’ that the very word God sends folks running for the hills. I don’t blame them.

Anywho, beloveds, there are times I just have to holler my love from the rafters.

Allow me to preach, just a smidge, in order to say:

For God so loved the world….

Ah, God.

I love me some You.

Whew!

Okay.

I’m done.

I pray for each and every heart that comes across this blog. I pray for each and every heart that shall never meet me or read a word I write. I pray for each and every heart that is hurting and in need of comfort.

I pray for each and every heart that is longing to know that he/she/they are loved. I pray for each and every heart that is hungry. I pray for each and every heart that is wandering and wondering.

Be encouraged, beloveds. Be at peace. Be still and know…

here as best as I can be,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You are loved and not alone.

God, I no longer NEED to see Your Hand because I KNOW Your Heart.

God, I no longer NEED to see Your Hand because I KNOW Your Heart.

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

πŸ—’: 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.

πŸ˜‚

Tell the truth, beloveds, you πŸ˜‚ laughed didn’t you?!πŸ₯°πŸ€—πŸ˜‚β™₯️

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

You have not failed.

If you have given your all…

You have not failed.

If the other side refuses to meet you halfway…

You have not failed.

If you have given your heart and love was not returnd…

You have not failed.

YOU have not failed.

You have not FAILED!

You tried.

YOU tried.

You TRIED!

It’s not on you, beloveds, when the other side chooses not your side.

Keep moving forward.

You have done all you know. Let this be enough. You ARE enough.

Your worth is NOT tied up in other’s perspective, perception or preconceived notions of who you are or who you should have been!

Keep on being…YOU!

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Be encouraged. Be at peace. You have NOT failed.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It’s hard living in the meantime. That time between reality and our hopeful dreaming. You CAN. You WILL.

Don’t you dare give up on you. I mean it! Tell fear and doubt to cram it! Take hard by the hand and keep loving folk. Your turn shall come. In the meantime, help someone else get through their in the meantime.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

I love me some you. He does too.πŸ˜‚β™₯️πŸ₯°

Content, but not satisfied.

I find myself…

Content, but not satisfied.

I found myself.

Ah!

Aha!

There are things, I want to do. There are things, I want to try. There are places, I would like to go.

Yet, I am content. Here. Right, here. Right, NOW.

Yet, I am NOT content simply with simply being here. I want to be able to do more. I want to be able to be more.

Why?

Because this world is full of folk who have determined it’s easier and preferable to be doing less.

Life is short, beloveds. I began this blog to be a safe space. A place where folk can be. A place where folk can be honest. A place where folk can do nothing and still know he/she/they are loved and NOT alone.

Beloveds, this is your time. It is. Don’t be afraid to be afraid. The unknown can be scary. I’m no longer afraid to FEEL afraid be cause I KNOW God loves me and cares for my life.

I KNOW my life matters no matter what.

I KNOW all things work together for my good.

I KNOW…

I KNOW!!

Ah, beloveds, the ONLY way to grow, is to grow. The ONLY way to know love, is to get to know love. The ONLY way to be free, is to come from behind your walls.

Come out, come out wherever you are. Keep pursuing your dreams. Keep posting. Keep submitting. Keep writing. Keep singing. Keep dancing.

Whatever your dream is, your calling, your leading, your yearning, your direction…

Do.

Go.

Be.

You.

You shall find that YOU are more than enough. The only way to find out is to find out.

finding out with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Wow! How on earth are you STILL here after THAT rousing piece?!πŸ˜³πŸ˜‚

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

The Low Road told me to get some act right.

Low Road: Um, what are you doing HERE?

Me: I come bearing justifiable anger and reasons.

Low Road: Didn’t God and The Universe tell you to take the High Road?

Me: Yes, but They do NOT understand that I have every right to be angry.

Low Road: DO you? Had you taken the High Road, you may have come up with the same conclusion as me. Don’t get ME caught up in your drama!

High Road: Yea!

God: Yea!

The Universe: Yea!

Me: Yea, well, um, hhhmmm…*Cassandra consults with Yikes! and Egads! to see if she had ANY leg to stand on.

Legs: Don’t get us mixed up in your failure to act right!😳πŸšͺ

Soooooooo, I HAVE to tell on myself, beloveds. I have been super weary, these past days. The new year appears to have brought old situations!

I’m tired of the same old, same old!

*stamps foot*

I’m tires of taking the high road EVERY STUPID DAY!

EVERY day, God? Really?!

Can’t YOU DO SOMETHING ALREADY, UNIVERSE?!

How about lifting a finger, Life?!!!!

Life: Okay, really?

The Universe: You serious, Ms. C?😳

God: 😳

*Cassandra takes the temperature of the room and heads for the high road…*

You will have to scuze me, beloveds, I am getting my act right to get some act right.

There is nothing wrong with being frustrated when life is being lifery. The trick is to keep taking the high road. Every day.

Keep going. Every day. Keep trying. Every day. Keep it moving. Every day. Keep your act right acting right. Every day.

Don’t make the low road have to tell you to get some act right. Embarrassing when they happens.

acting right on the high road,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

πŸ—’: One step at a time. All that is needed. Stop trying to take a short cut. Short cuts lead to long falls.

Be encouraged.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

I told myself no.

No.

NO.

NO!!

I will NOT:

Quit.

Stop.

Run.

No.

NO.

NO!!

I can NOT:

Give up.

On me.

On love.

On my dreams.

I shall NOT:

Move.

Bend.

Bow.

To fear.

To doubt.

To age.

No.

NO.

NO!!

I say yes.

To the hard.

To the experience.

To the high road.

Whew!

betting on me still,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged. When life seems especially hard, keep going. Keep believing. You build your faith muscles when you do.

Stop focusing on the hard. Stop wasting your moments fussing about how unfair life is being. These times pass. The point is how you will be AFTERWARDS. Ah. Aha! Get it, beloveds?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU