Eight.
EIGHT!
Me: I’m tired.
God: You promised you would write TEN pieces for the week. You have done eight.
Me: Only I will know, though.
God: Yes, only you will know. So will your dreams. So shall I.
Me: Geeeeeeeez. When You say it like that…*stomps to get in ten*
keeping my promise to ME,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: It’s necessary to keep your promises to YOU, beloveds. Don’t let lazy stop you. Don’t let unbelief stop you. Don’t let your circumstances keep you from keeping the promises you have made to you.
Okay, have to go now. Another piece is calling me. Good habits can be awfully mean, can’t they?
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- 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
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 