Author: Cassandra S.

Your dreams are calling: It has to be YOU.

Your dreams are calling, beloveds.

Yea, YOU.

It HAS to be YOU.

Stop trying to pass the buck to me. I’m having a hard enough time trying to pass the buck to others.😁🤣

These dreams sure can be persistently loud, can’t they?

How rude/maddening.

What are we going to DO with these dreams that just won’t leave us alone?! How do we feed/satisfy them so they can start feeding/satisfying us?

My dreams wake me early. These unrelenting dreams keep me up late.

Ah, Life. This ain’t funny. What do we DO with these dreams?

asking for many friends,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep on dreaming. Today one of them may come true. I hope…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Take a breath/break.

I needed to check the mail.

I needed to take out the trash.

I need…

I am tired of focusing on my needs, beloveds.

So, I took out the trash.

I checked the mail.

I jumped the battery to let the car run a bit.

I sat in the car. Listening to my praise music. Listening to the birds chirping. Watching the sun rise higher in the morning stillness.

I took a breath.

I took another.

I forgot about all my needs.

Instead, I joined the birds in their song.

I recharged my internal battery.

I am ready to seize this day. I have thangs to do. How about you?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Take a breath, beloveds. Take a break from fretting about all that consumes your mind.

Sing with the birds. Enjoy and seize your day. Be encouraged. We got this.❤😊🙏

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Singing love songs to me.

Ah, Cassandra. I love me some you.🥰

((((((((((hugs self)))))))).

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I’m currently singing love songs to myself. Why? Because I am fearfully and wonderfully made as the Bible tells me so! 😍🤗

As are you. Love you some you, beloveds. Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Emptied: Use it for your good.

I love, love, looooooooove these little Chocolate Cream Pie thingies. Delicious!

I was about to throw out the empty container when I noticed how sturdy, how cute, how PERFECT it was to use for sugar/powder creamer containers.🤔

They have a clear top. They are black. The tops are concave, which makes them stack perfectly.

Now, they sit. Perfectly stacked. Filled with goodness. Ready to dive into THE perfect cup of ☕ coffee. Who knew?

This reminds me of how Life will often empty us in order for us to be refilled with something else.

Only, we often fight with being empty. Or, we fight against the unknown of what we may be asked to be filled with.

Too often, we want to control what we are filled with. Or, we are dismissive of the container that we were made to be.

So, we try to hide our container. Or, we try and ‘pretty it up’ so as to make our container ‘acceptable’.

God thinks our containers are fantastic!

Each unique.

All different.

Keep on being the wonderfully unique container you are!

Don’t despair if your container has been emptied.

Life is simply about to fill you with delicious things for you to enjoy and share.

In the meantime, stay available. Stay empty. Let your container be used for your good.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Your ingredient is needed.

I made THE perfect grilled chicken breast!🥰

It was seasoned perfectly!

A pinch of this.

A dash of that.

A sprig of the other.

Delicious.

If just ONE grain had been missing…I shudder to think of it!

Which has me thinking of you, beloveds. What you bring to this world is terribly needed.

This world needs YOUR ingredients. Only YOU can flavor this bitter world with your love, with your sauciness, with your distinctive flavor(s).

Keep on being YOU. Keep on allowing The Universe access to who you are. We need to sample your goodness.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have been praying all morning for those who feel unworthy. Beloveds, your life is soooooooooooo priceless. You are worth a million prayers.

Release yourself from the prison of secret shame and doubt you keep yourself in. The expectations placed upon you are NOT yours to bear.

Your life was worth the death of A King. Be encouraged this day. Asking for Your Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Take a step.

Take the next step, beloveds.

Just ONE.

You don’t have to know EVERY step, in order to take a step.

Just ONE.

Go on, now.

You can do this.

You CAN.

You WILL.

Well, I know, beloveds. The next step is often the:

Hardest.

Scariest.

Sometimes, the messiest.

We don’t know where the next step may/will need.

Take a step anyway.

Boldly.

Unapologetically.

Joyfully.

Then, take another step. Then, another.🥰😄🤗🏆

Ah, beloveds. I see you! Keep doing them thangs!!

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Get to steppin’…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Don’t run away.

Don’t run away.

Stay in the fight.

Stay in the fire.

Stay in the place The Universe has asked you to remain in.

Yes, it hurts.

Yes, it grows tight.

Yes, it gets old.

Oftentimes, beloveds, we are where we are because we are acting as a placeholder for others.

I know. I know. You are ready for YOUR turn. Your turn SHALL come. Then, someone shall act as YOUR placeholder.

Be patient.

Be steadfast.

Be steady.

In the meantime, rejoice for someone whose life you are impacting simply by being obedient and living a life of integrity.

Your legacy will honor your sacrifice. It IS a sacrifice to remain in a tough/hard place because you have been asked to remain right where you are.

Is it fair to be asked this? Does it matter?

Don’t run away.

You may be running away from the greatest blessing you have ever known.

rooting for us all,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I want to run away. I can’t. Life is much too short to run…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Give yourself permission.

Give yourself permission, beloveds.

Give yourself permission to try.

Give yourself permission to dream.

Give yourself permission to stop.

Give yourself permission to start over.

Give yourself permission to rest.

Give yourself permission to walk away.

Give yourself permission to return.

Give yourself permission to fail.

Give yourself permission to succeed.

Give yourself permission to win.

Give yourself permission to lose.

Give yourself permission to rejoice.

Give yourself permission to grieve.

Give yourself permission to love.

Give yourself permission to be loved.

Give yourself permission to age gracefully, without apology.

Give yourself permission to express your youth with exuberance, no matter your age.

Finally, beloveds, give yourself permission to…

Ah, beloveds, you tell me!

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I am as vulnerable as I have ever been. I FINALLY shared my biggest need with my fam:

I need to find out who I am APART from being beholden and available to/for them 24/7. Doing so has been all I have ever known. Ever.

55 years. Just in case. Maybe I will be needed. I can’t go. Someone might need me for something at a crucial moment.

As a strong, black woman, I am supposed to forever be there for the whole damned world. I have been.

A while ago, God asked me three questions:

What do YOU want?

What do you see?

Why are you here?

I have been running from those questions. God ain’t supposed to be asking about ME?!😳🤔

See, beloveds, God is supposed to be this big narcissistic God that needs me to forever be doing this, that and every other thing for Him, for the world and to hell with me and MY needs. I’m not supposed to have any needs. Right?!🤔😳

To my surprise, to my consternation, to my sincere gratitude, God refused to stay in the box society tries so desperately to keep Him in.

Now, I find myself slap dab against these three questions. Ah, God, what shall I be/have/do at answers end?

I am tiptoeing closer to them. You shall see my answers soon. Perhaps. Maybe.

Ah, God. I’m afraid. Of what I may learn about me. I’m afraid of what You may think of my answers. What if I fail this pip quiz? Asking for a friend(me).

Come with me, beloveds. Let’s find out together:

What do YOU want?

What do you see?

Why are you here?

Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

It’s time to find out.

It’s time to find out.

Time to find out who cares.

Time to find out who could care less.

Time to find out if I can.

Time to find out if I will.

Time to find out if I will succeed.

Time to find out if I will fail.

Beloveds, I’m tired of living in fear of who will, who want, what will, what won’t.

I’m ready to find out.

How about you?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short. I have been needing to step completely away from everyone, especially family, so I can figure out what CASSANDRA needs and wants.

I have been afraid they won’t understand. I have been afraid they might take it personal. I have been afraid they won’t be there for me when I return.

I shared my concerns with a dear friend and she told me I needed to take this time for ME.

So, I took my fear and shared with some fam I am stepping away for a bit.

Yesterday was the first time I allowed myself the treat of sitting on my balcony and enjoying the cool breeze. I missed that. I have missed me.

The tornado has successfully sucked some life out  of me. I am going on a walkabout to find where life went.

Life is short, beloveds. Cut the strings of the fears that may be holding you back from being honest with you and those that you love.

Wish me luck. In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Fear, you have no place here.

I dreamed of tornadoes.

That shook me. I have not dreamed of tornadoes since the tornado hit.

Maybe it’s because the power went out the other day. Plus, they are rebuilding the fence and other parts of the apartments. The more things are fixed, the more I realize how lucky I am to still be here.

That knowledge has me shaken. Again…*sigh*

I keep telling myself I am okay. I am not okay. In fact, I am not strong. Not at all.

I feel small.

I feel frail.

I feel terribly frail and oooooooooooolllllldddd.

I feel the terror again.

I want to hide.

From the feels.

From God’s Silence.

From everything.

Everything is making me tired.

I fight the tired.

I fight the frail.

I fight the old.

I have to.

I have thangs to do.

I sure wish I knew what to do next.

I still have my joy.

I still chase after my peace.

I have stopped seeking understanding.

How the hell can you understand hell?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!