I was 📝 writing.
I was writing content.
I was contentedly writing.
My heart sighed.
The Universe smiled.
Suddenly, the world opened up: In my hands. Through my words. I could see. Finally.
Ah, God, finally, I understand.😁🤗
For years, beloveds, God has been cajoling me to write. Just write. What was on my heart. What was on my mind.
Write, He said. Write and encourage others. And, I would always argue:
Who would ever listen to me?
What could I ever say that would be of any interest or import?
What do I have to give?
What do I have worthy enough for others to value what I had to say?
Write, He said to me.
I don’t know how, I always said.
Secretly, I thought this was a stupid idea. Of course, beloveds, I couldn’t very well tell God His Plan for my life was stupid.
Truth be told, beloveds, God has often told folk to do really dumb/stupid things. Like walk around Jericho for days without saying a word. Then, when it was time, folk had to bum rush Jericho to throw hands and seize everything. Dummies.
He also told Sarah she would have a baby when Sarah was like 150 years old. Sarah laughed. I would have done the same.
He also told a young man to slay a humongous giant Philistine with a sling and a rock.
He also told Moses to roll up to Pharaoh and tell old boy to let God’s People go. Pharoah laughed until all those plagues made him to cry uncle.
I guess then, beloveds, you could forgive a sista for thinking God had told her to do a terribly silly thing.
Still, sillily, God said write. Stupidly, I continued to argue. For years.
Finally, I wrote. Arguing all along the way. Over the course of years, God encouraged me to make a blog, to write full-time:
I don’t have the time.
I’m too busy.
I’m too tired after work.
I don’t have money.
I don’t have support.
I don’t have a network.
I…
I…
I…
The tornado 🌪, it seems, have wiped away all of my excuses. I no longer care why, beloveds. I no longer worry about how. I no longer concern myself with who will or will not listen.
My why has to now. Why? I could have died in that tornado. I’m amazed I am still here. I look at destruction not yet touched and realize my dreams could have been snatched from the 🌎 as easily as two tornadoes turned this town on its literal head.
Tonight, as I wrote, I gave nary a thought to bills. As I wrote, all I felt was peace, joy, gratitude, and thanksgiving. All I wanted to do, beloveds, was to love on you. That’s it. Whether you loved me back was of no concern.
I know what to do, beloveds: Be…ME. Stupidly. Clumsily. Loudly. Quietly. Unapologetically.
My why was born simply to love folk and encourage them to do, to be, to know they are loved and not alone.
Keep doing your why. Even if it seems stupid. Even if it IS stupid to the world. So what? You’ve got thangs to do.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note:
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- 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
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