I am not strong: Here for a reason.

I should not be here.

I should not BE.

Here.

Alive.

Today.

I am here.

Alive.

Today.

Therefore, I am here for a reason. Just because I don’t know the reason doesn’t mean I can’t fulfill my purpose. I have been asking God what my purpose is for 55 years. I ‘m certain I shall be asking on my last day.

I’m making my peace with feeling like a helpless/hapless little birdie. I don’t have to feel like an eagle EVERY day, do I?

I’m doing my best to make the best of these days. I wonder why God chose to leave me behind following the tornado.

Ah, God. Why was I left here? Why was I left, here, in THESE circumstances? Why was I left, here, all alone to make my way through endless days of wondering what in the fresh hell?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I am not strong. I am here. For a reason. Two things that are not congruous right now. Why the world would God leave a helpless/hapless birdie? Who the world can I help when I can’t help ME? How can I be of service when I have been left, gasping, from a tornado that has snatched my want to? What good am I serving now that my spirit is too broken to work just now? Asking for a friend(me).

Whilst I am figuring out me, I stopped by to remind you to hang in there. Hang in there, okay? Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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