Will you be there for me?
I promise.
Will you give your all
I promise.
Will you keep going even when you’re tired?
I promise.
Will you love me even when others won’t.
I promise.
Will you hold tight to your dreams even when you feel like they will never come true
I promise.
Will you remember to be good to yourself even when you are going through tough times
I promise.
Will you keep giving the world every bit of your effort even if the world never gives a thing back to you in return
I promise.
Will you remember that you’re only human and that you’re doing the best that you know
I promise.
Will you embrace every moment no matter how good or bad they appear to be
I promise.
Will you remember that it’s okay to be loud and also okay to be silent.
I promise.
Will you remember that you are loved and that you are not alone
I promise.
Will you remember to cut yourself some slack at times
I promise.
Will you remember that nothing can ever separate you from the love of God
I promise.
That’s good enough for me. I love you.
*Cassandra turns from the mirror and gets on with being about being about it.*
here,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Beloveds, you are my reason why. I live to let folk know they are loved and not alone. Why? It is my calling. It is my joy. It is my burden. It is God’s Ask of me.
I don’t know why God would ask a goofhead like me. I am much too loud. I am much too clumsy. I rarely know how or what to do, it seems like, to me.
Yet, God called me to love this world. There are days when I would love to tell Him to get someone else for this thankless job.π₯°π³ππ³
You are my dilemma, beloveds. Doing what I love pays me nothing. I can’t pay my bills blogging and yakking with you. Yet, it’s all I have dreamed of for more than 30 years.
Long before there was an internet my heart desired to speak to the world in this manner.
Life, er, bills demand my time and efforts and scoff at my desire. Just the other day, I asked God to leave me be to live a small life and let me put in my time at work and help me to live in this small space so I can forget about the world. I can’t afford to love the word the way I long to and it hurts too much to keep living this unrealized life.
Ah, beloveds, I can’t quit you. Your heart is much too important. YOU are much too important.
So, I shall keep giving the best of me. Too as many as I can reach. That I could make each of your dreams come true, I would. T then, keep moving towards your dreams.
Someone do me a favor and ask God to help a sista out. She is tired. She doesn’t know how. She doesn’t know who. God does and He ain’t telling!
