“Never again, Cassandra!”
That’s what I told myself.
“Never again, Cassandra!”
That’s what I told fear.
“Never again, Cassandra!”
That’s what I told limitations.
“Never again, Cassandra!”
That’s what I told my age.
“Never again, Cassandra!”
That’s what I told the obstacles standing in my way.
“Never again, Cassandra!”
That’s what I told my laughing critics.
“Never again, Cassandra!”
That’s what I told lonely.
“Never again, Cassandra!”
That’s what I told anger.
“Never again, Cassandra!”
That’s what I told apathy.
You see, beloveds, I used to allow those things, and more, to define me. Worse, I allowed those things to keep me from DOING, from moving FORWARD, from looking UP.
I have been fighting to regain my form, my footing, my confidence, my joy, my humor, my faith since the tornado came in and almost blew my home down. Literally.
Slowly, but surely, I began to rebuild. Slowly, but surely, I began to allow God to help rebuild ME. Slowly, but surely, I began to find my voice.
With my voice came my footing. With my footing came my bearings. With my bearings came my humor. With my humor I found everything else.
Be encouraged. I say this EVERY day. It helps. It’s my reminder that things take time. Meaningful things, anyway.
It’s imperative to encourage yourself. Especially, as most never will. They are too busy making their own way.
Tell yourself the truth: You CAN. You WILL.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I love you. He does too. Nuff said.
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
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 