I am a woman.
I am a black woman.
I am an old woman.
I am a determined woman.
I am a writing woman.
I am a frightened woman.
I am a lonely woman.
I am a blessed woman.
I am an inspired woman.
I am a frustrated woman.
I am a joyful woman.
I am a hopeful woman.
I am a dopey woman.
I am a hapless woman.
I am a passionate woman.
I am a Jesus loving woman.
I am a playful woman.
I am these things and a million other things. Ah, God. I have NO idea what to DO with all of these parts of me now. They are spilling everywhere. EVERYWHERE!
Everything that could possibly be shaken, in my life, has been. Shaken. Stirred. Fried. Geeeeez.
Since the tornado, I keep asking myself what/who I was BEFORE it? I can’t remember.
The woman, the person, the frightened kitten called me is running around like a child:
Hollering.
Screaming.
Carrying on.
Showing out.
Loudly.
To my surprise, God has been thhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee most silent. I wonder why.
Fresh heckamiah Jeremiah what the world going on round here hell???!!!!
The more quiet God is, the louder my heart wants to protest. I tell it to shut it. It won’t. I ask God to speak. He doesn’t.
Fresh hell!
In the midst of this terrible nightmare/hard, I find my heart content. Still. Yes, I have been terribly frightened and alone feeling. Yet and still, STILL, I hope.
Fresh hell!
Ah, beloveds, I wanted hope to leave me be. Let me alone!!
You see, it’s easier not to care. It’s easier not to hope. It’s easier not to reach out. It’s easier not to love.
Why? Because, when the world stays silent, you can convince yourself you didn’t care anyway.
I do care. It does hurt. A lot.
Fresh hell.
Even in hurting, beloveds, my heart is sooooooooooooooooooooo full of love, joy and hope. I can’t explain. I would not have believed it had you told me so.
I can’t say I am grateful for the tornado. I AM thankful, however. I have met parts of me I probably never would have minus it. Okay, God! I am NOT asking for another to be sent! Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeez. Cut a sista some slack…lol.
I truly am living out the scriptures. I am content in THIS state. I continue to look up from whence cometh my help. I continue to experience, to KNOW that God has not given me the spirit of fear but of power, of love and of a SOUND mind.
I continue to dance with it is what it is. I keep checking reality. I keep it moving. I keep going even when I stop to rest. Ah, God. Life is good. Even when it’s hard.
I am ALLOWING myself to BE. ALL the different parts of me. Even the ones I thought no one would accept or receive. Especially those parts….hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Before, I used to hide those parts. No more. I love me. ALL of me. Even the parts that need cleaning, polishing and reshaping. I love me in ALL my stages.
When life shakes you ten ways to Sunday, beloveds, don’t be afraid to be all the different parts of you. The world needs ALL of you. The parts you guard the most are the ones we need the most.
Don’t be afraid to be you. Everyone is not meant to experience and enjoy you. The ones meant for you SHALL find you! As for the rest, wish them well and keep it moving.
Do NOT judge you from the yardstick of another!
Embrace who you are.
Enjoy your uniqueness.
Continue to be about being about it.
YOUR way.
Using YOUR voice.
However loud or quiet you choose to be!
being about it with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I am in the midst of a good chair dance…..yyyyaaaaaaaaassssssssssss! Why? Because, reality showed up and I showed out on reality! Get gone, fear! I got thangs to do.
Be encouraged. I say this about every day. Why? Cuz you need to be encouraged. On the daily. Else, reality will come and scare the bejeez outta you. Be encouraged. I love me some you. As does He. Love me back. Asking for a friend(me)…lol
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on beingโฆYOU!