What are you looking at?
Are you looking at lack?
Are you looking at loss?
Are you looking down?
Are you looking for:
A sign?
A leg up?
A hand to hold?
Look up. The sun is up there. Yes, it may well be behind a few storm clouds, at the moment. It is there. Still.
What are you looking at, beloveds? The answer may be the key to your breakthrough.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Ah, beloveds, what are you looking at? Just now, I had to stop writing and take in the fact I am living my dream. Right now. Writing to you. Drinking my coffee. Singing love songs to Jesus in the middle of the night. Ah, God. Amazing.
I don’t know who I have been talking to tonight. I have no idea who I have been talking to these last four blogging years. No matter. You matter. Should your eyes light upon these words of mine, beloved(s), I just want you to know you are loved. You are. By me. His Goofhead. This old lady. This loud 55. Me. Ah, I hope she is enough. She tries.
Be encouraged. Be well. Take care of you. You are much too important not to…
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?! 