I went in search my humor. I found her underneath a bushel of pain. I replaced pain with joy. Then, added ten bushels, of joy. On top of joy, I added a billion dollops, of thanksgivings. To top things off, I added a lifetime of Jesus’s love.
Ah, God.
Nuff said. I love me some You. Jesus, thanks for being My Bestie. Be much with me and my fellow man/woman/them.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Ah, beloveds, be well this day. Enjoy your day. Grab ahold to your humor. You’ll need it to wade through the hard work. Find reasons to crack yourself up.
NOTHING has been funny the last few weeks. I keep telling myself that I am NOT alone. I remember that my steps are ordered. I am protected. I got this. So do you.
Being a piece of watermelon cracks me up. Being a sista, I can’t tell you how many times, over the years, I have been referenced by chicken and watermelon. I don’t take offense. I say extra prayers for the folk who don’t care for someone who looks like me. I say this purposefully to make even angry folks smile. They need love the most.
Let’s endeavour to love one another. Be encouraged. 🤗❤🥰😁🙏
I’m so very thankful and grateful to be alive. Be encouraged and proud of how far you have come!
We got this. Enjoy every moment. Especially, the hardest ones. You build your crown 👑 during these times, among the hardest of days.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- 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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 