While I am working on my dreams, beloveds, I am doing my best to support other folk’s dreams.
In so doing, this has taken some of the hard out of my try. Rather, I’m focusing less on the hard, and more on just BEING.
I just enjoyed writing this morning. I wasn’t concerned about who would stop by. I didn’t fret about who would care about what I had to say.
I wrote. I cared. I enjoyed the writing. I thoroughly enjoyed caring about and praying for folk.
When I was done I prayed:
God, here are my three fishes and loaves of bread. Would you please multiple them, just as Jesus did, when He fed all those people? Help me make a difference. Bless the words You have given me. Help me to remember I am more than what I do. Thank You for caring for us all. Help us to care for one another. Help us make our dreams come true. Amen and Amen.
EVERY day, I ask for blessings for EVERY heart that stops by. I pray for those who shall never come this way.
Be encouraged. Know that you are loved this day.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Enough said.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- 📫 WHEN WORSHIP FINDS YOU 🎧🙏🏿❤️🔥
- MOM, WOMBIE, WE NEVER GOT MARCH. 🧸❤️🩹
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 