For such a time as this.

I was lower than a snakes belly.

I reached out to my sanctified sis. Yall know the one: The one who dare not stand on anything but The Word.😎🥰🙏💃🏽

She kicked my behind, in Jesus Name, and got me back to:

Standing on FAITH.

Standing on BUSINESS.

Standing ten toes down.

She didn’t give two figs about grief. After my act right got some act right, I blasted my music, jammed, praised me some Him, and put on a load of laundry. 🤷🏿‍♀️💃🏽🤣😥🤗

Now, I’m not saying you can’t grieve. I do. I am. I shall be. Still, I am NOT alone.

My problem, beloveds, is that I tried to sneak on my cape of “I am alone. Nobody can understand. Nobody knows”.

It’s true. Nobody knows. Nobody CAN understand the unfathomable. Doesn’t mean they don’t care. They just may not know HOW.  I don’t know how. Holy Toledo.😥😳🧱

We shall stagger through to Okay-ish shant  we? The ONLY thing that got me through today was the words of you all in here. I reread them. Thank you. Thank you.

I am asking God to help me find the words to encourage others, as I make my way through the impossible. This was a wombie day. I would have rushed to the phone and carried on about ALL these damned lemons. She would have understood. Shit!

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: *whispers*…shit.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

• 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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
• IT ME!