God, give me back my voice.

Me:God, give me back my voice!

God: Why?

Me: I  need it!

God: What will you DO with it? What have you DONE with it?

Me: Owww!

God : I  know.

Me : Geeeeeeez. Low blow!

God: What do ye with this silence? What have you DONE with the silence thus far?

Me: No fair! That’s cold.

God: True that.  Well?

Me: Cry.  Complain.  Beg.  Plead.

God  : For what?

Me : I want YOU to fix what has been broken.

God: What’s that?

Me: My  heart.

God: What can I do?

Me : Give me back my voice.

God: Again,  what have you, will you,  can you DO with the words.

Me :

God: I know the way has been hard, beloveds. Trust ME.

Me: K.

Whew!!!! Beloveds, finding my way,  finding my new voice has been:

Hard.

Maddening.

Embarrassing.

Annoying.

There has been little joy in feeling like a moron as I find my voice.  My speech therapist went off on me for calling myself a moron.  Geeez! Oops.  

Be encouraged, beloveds.  Finding your voice takes:

Time.

Heartache 

Heartbreak.

Let life break your heart so that God can heal ALL your broken pieces.  He can. He will. He will NEVER leave or forsake you or me. God keeps  His Promises.

Quitting is NEVER an option.  NOT EVER!! We can. We WILL.  WE HAVE TO!!

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:  We can do this. We truly can. Take joy with you. 👍

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