Sing.
While you still can.
Write.
While you still can.
Run.
While you still can.
Smile.
Work.
While you still can.
Love.
While you still can.
Live.
Laugh.
Beloveds, how could I have known that I would lose the ability to smile. All I can do now is to muster a shaky, crooked something or other.
How come no one ever told me that my mouth would snatch from me the ability to sing badly and lustily. All I can do now is conjure up a shaky, crooked sounding squeal.
Ah, beloveds, I don’t begrudge you your ability to do these things. I’m just hoping to encourage/exhort/admonish you to do things while you still can.
Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m so very thankful to be alive. Yea, tho I take exceptionally hard with me EVERYWHERE I go, I go with a song, on my tongue, from my crooked lips straight to God’s Ears!
Ah, beloveds:
Sing.
Write
Run
Love.
Live.
Laugh.
Rinse.
Repeat…
While you still can.
going/growing with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Let’s go!!! I love you and so does He!
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?! 