Beloveds,
Tough morning. This is my voice pre stroke.
I’M TIRED OF SAYING PRE OR POST STROKE.
Today, I wonder who cares about me or my supposed ministry. Yet, somewhere, someone may need a seat at the lunch table. I’ll be here til breath I take no more.
wishing I mattered to somebody,
Cassandra
P.S. This isn’t a pity party. Just awful alone today…
Be encouraged
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 