Repeat after me:
It is well – It is well. Keep trying.
I got this – You got this. Be confident.
I can do this- You can do this.
It is well. You got this. You can do it.
Now get out there and do it!
doing it with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Every now and then we just need to tell ourselves we can do it. We can. We will. Be encouraged.
Encouragement never gets old. It needs to be given and used liberally. Don’t be stingy with Encouragement. It appreciates being passed around.🥰
An amazing thing happened, beloveds, when I decided to pray for all who were heavy laden.
As I prayed for others, I felt my own burdens lifted away. Or, maybe I forgot about them as I strained to lift the care of others to God to take care of.
Be encouraged. You don’t struggle alone.
Yesterday, I looked at my bank account and cried.😳
Today, I look at my bank account and 😂 laugh.
Be encouraged, beloveds. You are loved and you are not alone.
Cry if you need to. Laugh because you must. Life is short. Embrace it.
You CAN. You WILL. WE HAVE TO!
carrying your cares for you to He Who Cares,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Nuff said.
Will you be there for me?
I promise.
Will you give your all
I promise.
Will you keep going even when you’re tired?
I promise.
Will you love me even when others won’t.
I promise.
Will you hold tight to your dreams even when you feel like they will never come true
I promise.
Will you remember to be good to yourself even when you are going through tough times
I promise.
Will you keep giving the world every bit of your effort even if the world never gives a thing back to you in return
I promise.
Will you remember that you’re only human and that you’re doing the best that you know
I promise.
Will you embrace every moment no matter how good or bad they appear to be
I promise.
Will you remember that it’s okay to be loud and also okay to be silent.
I promise.
Will you remember that you are loved and that you are not alone
I promise.
Will you remember to cut yourself some slack at times
I promise.
Will you remember that nothing can ever separate you from the love of God
I promise.
That’s good enough for me. I love you.
*Cassandra turns from the mirror and gets on with being about being about it.*
here,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Beloveds, you are my reason why. I live to let folk know they are loved and not alone. Why? It is my calling. It is my joy. It is my burden. It is God’s Ask of me.
I don’t know why God would ask a goofhead like me. I am much too loud. I am much too clumsy. I rarely know how or what to do, it seems like, to me.
Yet, God called me to love this world. There are days when I would love to tell Him to get someone else for this thankless job.🥰😳😁😳
You are my dilemma, beloveds. Doing what I love pays me nothing. I can’t pay my bills blogging and yakking with you. Yet, it’s all I have dreamed of for more than 30 years.
Long before there was an internet my heart desired to speak to the world in this manner.
Life, er, bills demand my time and efforts and scoff at my desire. Just the other day, I asked God to leave me be to live a small life and let me put in my time at work and help me to live in this small space so I can forget about the world. I can’t afford to love the word the way I long to and it hurts too much to keep living this unrealized life.
Ah, beloveds, I can’t quit you. Your heart is much too important. YOU are much too important.
So, I shall keep giving the best of me. Too as many as I can reach. That I could make each of your dreams come true, I would. T then, keep moving towards your dreams.
Someone do me a favor and ask God to help a sista out. She is tired. She doesn’t know how. She doesn’t know who. God does and He ain’t telling!
I’m grateful.
Forever grateful.
For the hard.
For, the hard has walked me up and over many a mountain.
I savor each moment.
I relish every opportunity.
Opportunity to:
Stand firm.
Reaffirm my faith.
Choose.
Try.
Win.
Lose.
Grow.
Weaken.
Strengthen.
Hope.
Rejoice.
Laugh.
Cry.
Question.
Listen.
Hear.
Feel.
Express.
Ah.
Aha!
I’m looking forward to The Superbowl. I am going to savor EVERY play. In Superbowls past, I would pick a side and then live and die by what I wanted to see happen.
If my chosen team won, I was happy. If not, I was annoyed for days. It felt as though I had lost. It was MY team. So, we were supposed to win.
Now, I salute the combatants and root for an awesome game. Okay, I lean a bit more towards Patrick Mahomes, but don’t tell.
Enjoy your life, beloveds. Our life is OUR SUPERBOWL! We don’t get another. Best we put our best self into our Superbowl and gather as many experiences as we can.
Speaking of The Superbowl…
back after the game,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: 🏈♥️🥰
The Superbowl is over.
Someone won.
Someone loss.
One team had at least one point more than the other.
Consequently, someone won. Somebody else lost.
Yet, BOTH sides won something.
What did he/she/they win?
In winning, did they really win?
In losing, did they really lose?
Ah, beloveds, great questions!
It all depends upon the point of view and the reason the game was initially played.
If just for the 🏆 trophy, the team with at least one more point won.
If just for the adoration and accolades of men, the winning 🥇 team has already lost. See, folk will adore you ONLY as THEY think you performed. If you won this way. If you performed that way. Then, you may be given their brief adoration.
If for the joy of joining a group to attempt a great task, you have won regardless of outcome!
If your eyes have read to this point, I have already won my Superbowl! I have perhaps touched the heart, of another precious soul. If your eyes land on my hashtag you will have heard that your life matters to me.🤗❤😁😊🎤
You are my why.
Be encouraged.
You are loved and not alone.
winning regardless of the score,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
#HereForIt
Note: I no longer worry about the score. I could care less who gets the trophy. I don’t even need an adoring crowd. I know, now, that I am loved and that I am NOT alone. God loves and walks with me. This is enough for me. Yes, I long for a posse of my own who will keep me uplifted with their love and care.
In the meantime, beloveds, I shall be your posse of one. If you be a posse of mine, let me know. I need your words. Relationship is a two way street. Also, I get bored talking just to me.🤣😊🥰❤🎤
Yaya!!!
It’s Superbowl Sunday!!!
🙌🤯🥰🥸🏈♥️
My heart is torn. I want both teams to win.
Ack!
Okay, normally, I would have some clever way to relate the Superbowl to something inspiring that will encourage you to keep on keeping on.
The problem is that it’s Superbowl Sunday and I could give two hoots about anyone until AFTER the game.
Til then, someone pass out some love and care whilst I holler at the 📺 television for four hours.
Remember to get in some me time. Also, be sure and leave stress outside. Get ready to ENJOY your Monday and have a blast with your day.
If worry is working your last nerve, put worry to work by taking a walk or take out the trash an leave worry in the trash bin. Then, get about enjoying your life.
Woooooooooooohhhhoooooooooooooo!
You may join in my festivities ONLY if you bring snacks and yell appropriately loud at the television.
hopeful,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I told grief and hard they were NOT going to ruin my Superbowl. Don’t let what goes on around you ☔ rain on your parade. Even if it does, play in the puddles…
I wanted to buy mom a house.
She died before I could fulfill this life long dream.
Now, I long to make enough money to buy many homes for many mamas and others.
I was praying about this. This is what I told God almost verbatim:
God,
I want to try. To build something. To make something. With mine own hands. I want to use this gift of words and encouragement that You gave to me.
I want to build a website. MY way. I want to write ridiculous things. In ridiculous ways. I want to make up new words. I want to dream up foolishness that will bless a soul and touch a weary mind.
I want to sing badly. I want to cheer robustly. I want to produce a podcast so deliciously corny it feed the whole of the earth.
I want to sit on my balcony, leaning on aglass railing as I think of dumb words to share with a world who could give two hoots about me.
When fashioned, God, I want to present it to You as a clumsily made ashtray. One fashioned with childlike hands. For You. To do with as YOU see fit.
God, Father, ABBA, I no longer care what Your response might be. I just want to make my ashtray for YOU.
Ah, God, maybe then, You may be proud enough of it to proudly present it to the world. Not for ego’s sake but from the Jus Cuz Love of The Father for His Precious Daughter. Me!
Ah, God. Let me try. I may fail. I may fall flat on my face.
Father, would You bless the work and words of MY hands? Would you bless me, financially and allow me a space of time to work on my ashtray?
If not. Or, if not now, would You give me the grace to keep going in my mini dream? I shall continue to build my blog, my ashtray, and present it to the world, on Your Behalf.
I thank You, God. For the opportunity to continually laugh at hard as I share all that I have. I choose love. I choose to care.
Thank You for loving me and caring about my life. I appreciate all that I have endured these past days. I forgive You for taking mom. For snatching dad. I don’t understand but forgive You anyway.
I trust You. Even though half the time I have not the first clue what the world You are doing with a fool like me.
I love You and receive whatever answer You give. Hurry up, though. I got thangs to do!
your humbled daughter,
Sweetpea aka Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Ah, beloveds. God told me to share this best of me with you. If you pray, pray with me that I can make God an ashtray. Amen.
I love you.❤
I just HAD to share that with you, beloveds. Love is running all over the floor as I pray for you all and ask for love and peace and blessing be given you today and always.
Just had to take a moment to let you know you are loved and not alone.
Be encouraged, beloveds.
loving me some you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
#HereForIt
Note: If you have not tried giving some unconditional love I invite you to do so. It is fantastic!!🥰😊
Love someone. Start with you.
I finished up my pieces for the coming week.
Or, so I thought. Smh.
I had turned off my blogging phone. Yes, I have one phone I use to yak at yall with as I get on about my day.
Anywho, I decided to visit some of my fave blogs. Yayaya!
N-E-Waze, I silently stalk read some. I replied to others. I tried to send a coffee to another.
Why?
For one, it’s just how I be. Also, I got to thinking…uh, oh!🤣.
I got to thinking how I feel when an occasional person comments on a piece. I admit it. I melt.🥰😁
Not because it soothes my ego. It’s because it’s a sign, perhaps, perchance, that my goofy self may have, by accident, by happenstance, may have happened to touch a heart. If only for but a moment.
I rejoice knowing, hoping that I maybe have removed a pebble from someone’s mountain.
I don’t know what others feel when their pieces, when their words, when their song, when there inspiration is not only taken in but RESPONDED to.
I just know how I used to feel when my words were unacknowledged.
Now, I don’t live for likes or responses. I cherish every one, though. Not because I am waiting for a super rich beloved to roll over to my GoFundMe Page and slap a couple hundred or thousand or million in there. Hint.😁🥰🤣🤷♀️🤦♀️🙏❤🎤
I just learned to focus on MY why and likes and responses will or won’t come by whosoever will.
In the meantime, beloveds, I am asking on behalf of every blogger, vlogger and every other ‘ger out there so he/she/they can get their particular warm fuzzy.
We all need each other don’t we, beloveds?
I’m supposed to be getting in Superbowl mode. I hear some pregame snacks calling. Care to join me?
asking for a friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
#HereForIt
Note: What are you still doing here? You are supposed to be blessing someone or heading my way for pregame snacks. Don’t forget the beverage and pass out some love before you leave. Start with you.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Me: Ah, God. I’m ashamed.
God: Ashamed of what?
Me: I’m ashamed of my try.
God: Why?
Me: No matter how hard I try, I can’t.
God: Can’t what?
Me: Get there.
God: Where is there?
Me: On the other side of my dreams.
God: Where are they?
Me: If I knew, I would be with them already.
God: You already are.
Me: How can this be?
God: What do you dream of doing?
Me: I dream of writing to and encouraging the entirety of the world.
God: What are you doing, right now?
Me: I’m just blogging.
God: Just? Really? Keep blogging. Perhaps you may run into a dream or two there.
Me: K.
encouraging my tiny piece of the world,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Keep being you. Perhaps you are the dream you seek? Perchance you may be living your dreams in scale!😳🤔🤣🥰
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
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