Through Your Eyes, I am starting to see.
Through Your Eyes, I am starting to see… me.
Through Your Eyes, I am beginning, slowly, to see what You have always seen in me.
Through Your Eyes, I am beginning, slowly, to love who/what You love, which is…me.
Ah, God. Thanks for loving me. Just as I am. Thanks for letting me know that I am worthwhile even as I rebuild my life. Help me see my worth in simply being Cassandra. I love me some You. Your Daughter/Your Friend Cassandra.
forever grateful for Your Love,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I am rebuilding. Daily. Daily, I am being rebuilt. It’s not easy. I want to holler ‘owwww’ and climb down off of God’s Operating Table!
The tornado broke my spirit. I’m finding my way back to her. I am annoyed with this fraidy cat me. I want to be the strong tigress I used to be. I long to be her. She is in there somewhere.
In the meantime, beloveds, I encourage you to hang in there. If you are being rebuilt just now, be encouraged. New growth tends to take an awfully long time to come to pass. I just want things done already!
Wait. Patiently. As shall I. In the meantime, try and enjoy your day. Find some joy in there somewhere. Hard is not always so hard when you do so with joy, love and laughter. Take care and be well…
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
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- 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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
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