Dreaming is hard.
Unfulfilled dreams are terribly hard to carry around.
Keep dreaming.
After mom died, I took all my dreams and stuffed them in a closet. Angry, I yelled at God to take the dreams and….
One day, God told me to take my dreams out of the closet and begin to tote them, again. I told Him ‘No way!!’ He kept pestering me to take my dreams and get to toting them. I kept on saying ‘No!’
I don’t know what finally got me to toting my dreams, again. I just found myself toting them. Angrily, at first. Eventually, I was grateful for them. Toting them helped me to heal.
Completely? No. Enough to where I drag them along and share them with mom over coffee. Virtually, for her. For real for real, for me…lol.
Keep dreaming, beloveds. Your dreams will and are taking you to awesome places. Some places will take you a lifetime to get to. Enjoy the journey. As shall I.
enjoying dreaming again,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Ah, dreams. Why you taking so long to get here? Why you keep running from me? Asking for a friend…
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
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