When my twin, my sis, my wombie, my friend passed awa just before this past Christmas, I felt her passing to the depths of my soul. We’ll be 58 this November.
Yet, her loss was just her transition. ALL sis talked about was going home to be with Jesus.
For us believers, our hearts long to walk with Him, to see Him, face to face. I don’t throw my faith in folk’s faces. Jesus is perfectly able to speak for Himself.
Moving on, I miss sis so. I miss her deep laugh. I miss her greeting me with “Yellow”! Only with me, though. It always miffed me, just a bit, when she would say “Hello”. She would say “hello” when she had been talking to anyone other than me.
I would huffily demand my PROPER greeting! I would slam down the phone, call back, and wait for it…
” YELLOW, she would say.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I miss you, wombie. Say hi to mom for me.
The bible says weeping may endure, for a night. But, joy DOES come in the morning.
You have experienced your own loss. Perhaps, not death. Maybe, the loss of a friend, a job, an opportunity, or one of a billion things we can and will lose.
Still, beloveds, loss does not have have to be loss Loss is merely something that has reached it’s ending. When the end comes, tip your cap, take your bow, then exit ” Stage Left! For, we’ve got thangs to do. Let’s go!
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note:🛎🛎😎👍🤗💃🏽🥰
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?! 