Real talk, God, I don’t think I will survive this.

Me: I don’t think I will survive this.

God: You will.

That’s what I said, beloveds, when mom died. I

survived.

Me: I don’t think I will survive this.

God: You will.

That’s what I said, beloveds, when hearing that awful tornado in my yard.

I survived.

Me: I don’t think I will survive this.

God: You will.

That’s what I told God, yesterday, looking at my almost empty bank account. The answer(s) have not come. Not yet. Soon, I hope, I shall say…

I survive.

Until then, I hope.

Until then, I stand.

Until then, I believe.

Until then, I try.

Until then,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged, beloveds. You SHALL survive. You SHALL win. You SHALL prosper. You SHALL make it. You SHALL love. You SHALL live. You SHALL thrive. You SHALL laugh. You SHALL do all the things dummy fear/doubt has lied and told you can’t/shan’t. Tell fear/doubt to shut up and kick rocks. We got this. I think…lol.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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