I refuse.

I refuse.

I refuse to be:

Defined by a stroke. By a stroke or by luck, a stroke found it’s way to me. I didn’t ask. Still, it found me. Yet, I refuse to allow it to define who I am now. I refuse to let it define what I shall be.

I refuse to be:

Diminished by what happened TO me. I didn’t ask. Still, it came for me. Still, and, yet, I refuse to allow it take what I plan to be.

I refuse to be:

Beaten by what happened to me. I didn’t ask. Still, it came for me. Thay said, I refuse to let it take the best of me.

Beloveds, don’t you DARE allow anything or anyone define who you are, what you can do, or how your life turns out to be!

We can do  ALL things THROUGH CHRIST who strengthens me. AND, YOU, should you lean on and trust Him. I got you.  Even you non believers   ESPECIALLY you.

Be encouraged. We got this.  I love you and so does He!

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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