Beloveds,
You’re doing enough.
Nuff Said.
Cassandra
I love you.
Month: September 2026
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 2026
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 2026
HEART CHECK MONDAY ON WEDNESDAY BECAUSE MONDAY AND I WEREN’T SPEAKING. 👀😂❤️
Beloveds.
Don’t ask.
Monday knows what it did.
👀
We weren’t speaking.
Tuesday tried to mediate.
I told Tuesday to mind its business.
And somehow here we are on Wednesday doing Monday’s Heart Check.
😂
Okay.
I’m finished.
Mostly.
Come sit down.
Because underneath my foolish title is something I really want somebody to hear tonight:
You can come back to your week late.
Maybe Monday knocked you sideways.
Maybe Tuesday wasn’t much better.
Maybe everybody else appears to be marching beautifully through their week while you are somewhere behind them looking for one shoe, your peace, your coffee and the last little piece of your Act Right.
Beloved…
Wednesday is still here.
You didn’t miss your life.
A rough beginning does not get to own the rest of the story.
And you don’t have to pretend Monday didn’t hurt in order to enjoy Wednesday.
That’s something I’m learning about life.
Two thangs can have a chair.
🪑🪑
I can hurt and laugh.
I can grieve and love.
I can be tired and hopeful.
I can miss what was and still be curious about what is coming.
I can have a hard Monday and a decent Wednesday.
Shoot, I can have a hard Wednesday and still find one beautiful thing before bedtime.
Life doesn’t have to become perfect before I participate in it again.
Neither does yours.
So if you’ve been thinking:
I’ll start again next week.
Why?
We have Wednesday.
If Wednesday is almost over where you are, we have Thursday.
If Thursday acts a fool, we’ll deal with Thursday when Thursday gets here.
😂
For tonight, tell me:
How is your heart?
What followed you from Monday that you don’t need anymore?
What happened today that deserves to be noticed?
Maybe the 🔒 was believing one bad day had locked the whole week.
Maybe the 🔑 is discovering that it didn’t.
Jesus met people in the middle of things.
ABBA loves us in the middle.
The Father is still Father in the middle.
The Holy Spirit can find us smack dab in the middle.
And this little room?
Apparently we can’t even get the DAY right.
So you’re in excellent company.
👀😂❤️
Come as you are, beloved.
Monday and I may reconcile eventually.
No promises.
Unapologetically His.
Unapologetically yours.
loving me some you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Help me be loud:
God, why has hard moved in to stay. Asking for a friend…
God, why has hard moved in to stay?
Beloveds,
I’m tired. Tired of hard being so hard. I’m ready for boring to move in…
Anybody else?
Anybody else just ready for life to be boring for a minute?
And I mean boring.
Nothing happened today.
Nobody called with bad news.
Nothing broke.
Nothing changed.
Nobody needed me to figure out one more thing.
I didn’t have to adjust to anything.
Just a regular day.
Sounds good to me.
Because, beloveds, sometimes life just keeps lifing.
You deal with one thing and here comes another.
You get your footing and here comes something else.
You start getting used to one version of your life and life says, hold on, we’re changing this too.
I’m tired, God.
Not done.
Not discouraged.
Tired.
There’s a difference.
My Father knows exactly what I mean.
I don’t have to give Him the list.
He was there.
He is here.
That’s settled between My Father and me.
But I can still talk to Him.
Father, can we have some boring now?
Because I would really like to know what it feels like to have absolutely nothing to report.
And, beloveds, maybe boring isn’t what you need right now.
Maybe you’re ready for something new.
Maybe something wonderful just happened and you’re enjoying every minute of it.
Maybe you’re waiting for something to change.
Maybe you’re hoping something stays exactly as it is.
Maybe you don’t even know what you’re ready for yet.
So let me ask you instead of answering for you:
What are you ready for?
I’m ready for boring.
What are you ready for?
What would it feel like for life to make a little room for that?
I’m not asking so I can tell you what your answer should be.
I’m asking because we’re sitting here together.
🪑🪑
And I still want adventures.
I still want new experiences.
I still have dreams.
I still have things I want to do.
I still have a whole lot of living left to do.
I’d just like life to quit throwing things at me long enough for me to enjoy some of it without having to duck.
And maybe, beloveds, that’s not your sentence.
Maybe yours is completely different.
Good.
Bring yours.
There’s room.
Because if hard is sitting at your house right now, I’m not going to tell you what to do with it.
I’m certainly not going to tell you why it’s there.
I don’t know.
I don’t know your life.
I can only sit beside you and tell you:
hard has been at my house too.
And I’m tired of it.
No lesson.
No pretty bow.
No five steps for getting through it.
I’m ready for boring.
And you?
You get to answer that for yourself.
Father, I’m asking You for boring.
And while I’m asking, You already know what the beloveds sitting beside me are asking for.
You know the answer they said out loud.
You know the answer they kept to themselves.
You know the one who doesn’t have an answer yet.
You know.
So here we are, beloveds.
Me waiting on boring.
You waiting on whatever you’ve been quietly hoping life would make room for.
And all of us still living while we wait.
Still showing up.
Still finding moments that belong to us.
Still sitting together when hard gets a little too comfortable.
Pull your chair closer.
🪑🪑
We can wait together.
And if boring happens to show up at my door while we’re sitting here?
I’m letting it in.
You matter to me.
loving me some you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Help me be loud:
PROGRESS STILL COUNTS
PROGRESS STILL COUNTS
COME WITHOUT YOUR RULER.
Beloveds.
Who decided what counts as progress?
Seriously.
Who made the ruler?
Who decided healing has to happen by Tuesday?
Who decided success has to look a certain way?
Who decided faster means better?
Who decided needing help means you aren’t progressing?
Who decided independence is always the highest achievement?
Who decided productivity determines value?
Who decided somebody else’s ten steps somehow cancel out your one?
And perhaps the biggest question:
Why did we believe them?
Come without your ruler today.
Actually…
Bring it.
We might need to see what you’ve been measuring yourself with before we put that thing down.
Maybe yours says:
MORE.
FASTER.
STRONGER.
INDEPENDENT.
PERFECT.
PRODUCTIVE.
Maybe you have spent years holding that ruler against your life.
Against your body.
Against your career.
Against your family.
Against your finances.
Against your faith.
Against your healing.
Against your dreams.
Against your age.
Against somebody else’s life.
And every time you don’t measure up to whatever arbitrary line somebody drew, you tell yourself:
Not enough.
Beloved…
Put.
The.
Ruler.
Down.
💜 DIFFERENT DOES NOT MEAN LESS
This one matters deeply to me.
Sometimes progress looks like running.
Sometimes progress looks like walking.
Sometimes progress looks like rolling.
Sometimes progress looks like crawling.
Sometimes progress looks like standing still long enough to figure out which direction you actually want to go.
And sometimes progress looks like resting because your body, mind, or spirit has told you:
Enough for today.
That counts.
Using accommodations counts.
Asking for help counts.
Changing your mind counts.
Starting again counts.
Resting counts.
Learning counts.
Saying no counts.
Trying differently counts.
Taking longer counts.
Still being here counts.
Different paths. Same purpose. All progress matters.
And I need us to stop treating independence as though it is the only respectable form of human existence.
Every human being depends on somebody.
Period.
We depend on farmers.
Doctors.
Teachers.
Mechanics.
Friends.
Family.
Caregivers.
Strangers.
Communities.
Technology.
People we will never meet.
We have simply decided that certain kinds of dependence look “normal” while other kinds should embarrass people.
No.
Help is not humiliation.
Accommodation is not failure.
Interdependence is human.
🙏🏿 “I CAN DO ALL THINGS…”
Philippians 4:13 says:
“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” — Philippians 4:13 KJV
I love that Scripture.
But I don’t read it as:
“I can do everything exactly the way everybody else does it.”
I don’t read it as:
“I never need help.”
I don’t read it as:
“If something is difficult, I just need more faith.”
And I certainly don’t read it as:
“God will make me fit somebody else’s ruler.”
Sometimes strength looks like pushing.
Sometimes strength looks like adapting.
Sometimes strength looks like receiving help.
Sometimes strength looks like saying:
This way isn’t working for me. I need another way.
There is more than one way forward.
Whew.
Somebody needed that.
Maybe me.
🥰
💜 HEART CHECK
What ruler have you been carrying?
Be specific.
Is it age?
By this age I should have…
Is it money?
If I were successful, I would have…
Is it marriage?
Everybody else has…
Is it family?
A good mother should…
A good father should…
A good daughter should…
Is it your body?
I used to be able to…
Is it grief?
I should be over this by now…
Is it faith?
If I really trusted God, I wouldn’t feel…
Is it somebody else’s social-media highlight reel?
Look at them.
Now look at me.
STOP.
Their path is theirs.
Yours is yours.
You cannot accurately measure your life with a ruler built for somebody else’s journey.
👑 TINY VICTORY
Today we are going to celebrate something you normally dismiss.
Something small.
Something you almost don’t think deserves mentioning.
Did you make the phone call?
Take the shower?
Drink the water?
Finish one paragraph?
Say the prayer?
Keep the appointment?
Ask the question?
Get out of bed?
Set the boundary?
Say, “I need help”?
Say, “I don’t know”?
Try again?
Rest before your body forced you to?
Laugh in the middle of a difficult day?
Then look at me.
THAT. COUNTS.
We are not waiting for a parade before we acknowledge progress.
Sometimes victory whispers.
Listen for it.
🌎 DAILY LOVE CHALLENGE
Today, stop measuring somebody else’s progress.
Whew again.
Because it is easy to demand freedom from other people’s rulers while carrying one around for everybody else.
“They should be further along.”
“They should know better.”
“They need to get over it.”
“They’re moving too slowly.”
“They should be able to do that themselves.”
Nope.
Put that ruler down too.
Instead, ask:
What does progress look like for YOU?
And then listen to their answer.
Don’t correct it.
Don’t compare it.
Don’t redesign it.
Encourage it.
Maybe somebody around you needs permission to stop performing progress and actually experience it.
Give them room.
🪑 THE CHAIR IS NOT A PRIZE
This may be the most important part today:
The chair is not a prize.
You do not earn belonging by progressing quickly.
You do not earn love by becoming easier to accommodate.
You do not earn dignity by being productive.
You do not earn community by healing on schedule.
You don’t have to show me your report card before you sit down.
There is no progress inspection at the door.
The chair isn’t waiting at the finish line.
The chair is here while you are becoming.
Sit.
🔒🔑 BEFORE YOU GO…
Look at that ruler one more time.
MORE.
Cross it out.
FASTER.
Cross it out.
STRONGER.
Cross it out.
INDEPENDENT.
Cross it out.
PERFECT.
Oh, PLEASE cross that one out.
😂
PRODUCTIVE.
Cross it out.
Now underneath all of it, write:
PUT IT DOWN.
Your progress counts.
Even if it looks different.
Even if it moves slower.
Even if nobody else claps.
Even if yesterday’s accomplishment is today’s struggle.
Even if you need help.
Even if you changed the route.
Even if you stopped to rest.
Even if all you managed today was refusing to quit on yourself.
YOU define what progress looks like in your life.
And Beloved?
Look behind you sometime.
You may discover you’ve traveled farther than that ruler ever allowed you to see.
Come without your ruler.
Come your way.
There’s a chair.
No measurements required.
Asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
🔒🔑 WHOSOEVERWILL.
The chair stays.
Come as you are. All are welcome.
Help me be loud:
Real talk: Tell “Everything will be alright” to shut up.
Beloveds,
Whew.
Whew!
WHEW!!
Even today had the grace to say “My bad, Cassandra”!
I made a promise to myself, long ago, to encourage someone when I was at my lowest. I figured that somebody HAD to be really hurting if even MY faith wanted to go on hiatus!
So, here I am, ready to tell someone to kick rocks…*sigh *
Last night, I dreamed of taking a ride in Cherry 🍒 🚗. I miss her. I miss riding around singing badly.
I’m not sad so much as wanting to say “WTH!”.
I’m NOT okay. How can I be expected to be.
I don’t know HOW to say goodbye to my big brother…shit…😢🥹💔
I just stopped by to encourage someone to remember that it’s okayto NOT be okay, okay.
At least, not today. Check with some of us tomorrow! Think I’ll go watch a movie. Who’s up for one…
asking for many friends,
Cassandra
Help me be loud:
COME WRITTEN ON…EWWW.
NEW DAY, NEW POSSIBILITIES…
COME WRITTEN ON.
Note: I had to redo the cute picture at the top. Brain fog is real. Tweak two, er,Take two 🥰🤭👌🤗😜💃🏿💃🏿
Beloveds.
Ewww. 😜
Yep.
That is where we are starting today.
Not with some perfectly polished declaration about how wonderful everything is.
Not with pretending yesterday didn’t happen.
Not with throwing away pages because some of them got marked up.
Ewww.
😂
And then…
Come written on.
Because a new day does not require a brand-new you.
Sometimes it simply gives the same you another page.
Another opportunity.
Another possibility.
Another place to keep writing.
“Behold, I make all things new.”
— Revelation 21:5 KJV
Notice I didn’t say everything behind you suddenly disappears.
Your past happened.
Your mistakes happened.
Your lessons happened.
Your joy happened.
Your pain happened.
Your growth happened.
Those pages belong to your story.
But a marked-up page is not a ruined book.
👀
Somebody needed that one.
Maybe you made a mistake yesterday.
Maybe yesterday was HARD.
Maybe you are looking at something you said, did, tried, started, stopped, forgot, messed up, or simply did not handle the way you wish you had.
Ewww.
Okay.
Acknowledge the ewww. 😂
But don’t build a house there.
🏡
Turn the page.
You don’t have to deny yesterday to welcome today.
You don’t have to pretend you aren’t disappointed.
You don’t have to erase every mistake before you are allowed to move forward.
Learn.
Grow.
Heal.
Give yourself some grace.
And keep writing.
Because there are still blank spaces ahead of you.
There are still possibilities you haven’t met yet.
There are still lessons you haven’t learned.
There is still joy you haven’t experienced.
There are still people you haven’t loved.
There are still places where your story can make somebody else feel less alone.
And there is still YOU.
Same you.
More to come.
❤️
Today is Tuesday.
A new day.
Not because everything magically became perfect overnight.
But because you woke up with another page.
So what are you going to write on it?
Maybe today you choose growth.
Maybe rest.
Maybe healing.
Maybe laughter.
Maybe starting again.
Maybe simply putting one foot—or wheel—forward and saying:
I am still here.
I am still writing.
And my story is not finished.
Whatever yesterday looked like…
Ewww and all. 😜😂
Come written on.
There is still room.
There are still possibilities.
And Beloveds…
YOU still matter to me.
Whosoeverwill.
Come as you are.
All are welcome.
Cassandra S.
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Help me be loud:
DISCIPLINE YOUR MIND, STRENGTHEN YOUR FAITH
Beloveds,
This encouraged me. You are NOT forgotten.
For non-believers, you can still benefit from this. Lean on a positive source.
We got this.
handling business,
Cassandra
Help me be loud:
HEART CHECK TUESDAY: DID ANYBODY CHECK ON YOU TODAY? ❤️
Beloveds.
I have one question tonight.
Did anybody check on YOU today?
Not what you accomplished.
Not whether you got everybody where they needed to go.
Not whether you answered the phone, returned the email, made dinner, went to work, handled the problem, encouraged somebody else, prayed for somebody else, or kept the whole world from falling apart.
You.
How are YOU?
And listen—you don’t have to give me the church answer.
You don’t have to give me the strong answer.
You don’t even have to know the answer.
Maybe you’re fine.
Maybe you’re happy.
Maybe you’re mad.
Maybe you’re tired.
Maybe you’re confused.
Maybe grief and joy somehow pulled up two chairs and are sitting in the same room.
Maybe the only truthful answer you have tonight is:
“I don’t know.”
That gets a chair too.
❤️
Heart checks aren’t about forcing ourselves to feel better.
Sometimes they’re simply about being honest enough to notice what we’re carrying.
Because we can get so busy checking on everybody else that we forget there is a heart beating inside of us that deserves some attention too.
So tonight, I’m checking.
No fixing.
No judging.
No requirement that you make the answer pretty.
And if nobody else asked you today, Cassandra is asking now.
How is your heart, beloved?
I mean it.
I gotchu and I gotcha. 🥜❤️
loving me some you,
Cassandra
Unapologetically His.
Unapologetically yours.
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Help me be loud:
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2026
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2026
HEART CHECK MONDAY: PUT THE DAY DOWN. ❤️
Beloveds.
Come here.
No, seriously.
Put the day down.
You have been carrying it long enough.
Whatever happened between the time your eyes opened this morning and right now at 6 PM has already happened.
The email was sent.
The appointment happened.
The person said what they said.
The thing you meant to finish may still be sitting there unfinished.
Somebody got on your last nerve.
Maybe YOU got on your own last nerve. 👀
It happens.
But before you drag Monday into Monday night, I came to check on you.
How is YOUR heart?
Not your schedule.
Not your productivity.
Not whether everybody else got what they needed from you.
YOU.
How are you?
I used to write these Heart Checks because I wished somebody would check on mine.
That hasn’t changed.
There are people walking around tonight who spent the entire day being useful to everybody.
Useful at work.
Useful at home.
Useful to family.
Useful to friends.
Useful to people who may never think to ask whether the useful person is tired.
So I’m asking.
Are you tired, beloved?
Did something hurt today?
Did something make you smile?
Did you accomplish something nobody else will ever know was hard for you?
Did you hold yourself together until you got somewhere safe enough to fall apart?
Come sit.
🪑
Robie pulled up a chair.
I pulled up mine.
There is room here.
Jesus isn’t standing over you with a clipboard grading Monday.
ABBA isn’t shocked that you’re tired.
The Father knows what this day held before you found words for it.
And The Holy Spirit does not require noise in order to comfort you.
So maybe we don’t need to DO anything with Monday tonight.
Maybe we simply tell the truth about it.
It was good.
It was awful.
It was ordinary.
It was complicated.
It was Monday.
And now it is evening.
Take your shoes off.
Unclench your jaw.
Get something to drink.
Eat something.
Rest your heart.
Tomorrow can wait until tomorrow gets here.
Tonight, I just came back to see about YOU.
Unapologetically His.
Unapologetically yours.
loving me some you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
🔒 Monday can keep what belongs to Monday.
🔑 You don’t have to carry all of it into tonight.
Help me be loud:
Running thangs: Fear step off! I run this🤬!
Running thangs: ME!
ABBA.
My Bestie.
Love.
Joy.
Peace.
Thanksgiving.
Laughter.
Hope.
Gratitude.
Integrity.
Honesty.
Truthfulness.
Above ALL things: Him! He’s HIM. If you know, you know. You know?
Beloveds, who or what is running YOUR thangs? You may want to handle some bidnezz of your own Emphasis mine.
Don’t you neva, neva, no, NEVA allow anything to run life for you!
Keeping it a bean 💯!
Cassandra
Fear step off! I run this🤬!
Discouragement step off! I run this🤬!
Despair step off! I run this🤬!
Anger step off! I run this🤬!
Laziness step off! I run this🤬!
Apathy step off! I run this🤬!
Beloveds, life is much too short for you to CHOOSE to allow fools or foolishness to run your life.
If you find yourself among one of the fools, or smack dab in the middle of said foolishness, beat your own…er, uh, oh! and keep it 💯 👌
Let me hear from you. Hit me up, as young peeps say. Am I sounding cool 😎 yet.🤣🥰😂😍😜🫡🤨🤗🤭
