A hand.
Held.
Snippets of conversation.
Had.
Pockets of joy.
Consumed.
Ah.
Aha!
I find myself:
Satisfied.
I find myself.
Ah.
Aha!
Pockets of joy.
satisfied,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I had drifted off to the melodic tones of a traveler who had been describing his day. Somewhere, he said three words that snatched me from my slumber…
Pockets of joy.
????
!!!!
🎯🔥🛑🤯🥰🙏🎤
My soul, one long longing for pockets of joy:
Ran.
Sang.
Lept.
Straight into the arms of God.
Ah. Aha! My always Pockets Of Joy. Ah, God. I love me some You.🥰. Ah, Life. I love me some You. Ah, Universe. I love fighting with and for You. Ah, beloveds. I love thinking of, praying for, trying with you. I find you to be…
Pockets of joy.
Be encouraged.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- 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?! 