So, I admit it, was ready to kick my laptop across the room. For the life of me, I could not remember new terms, process the old terms I thought I knew, get my brain/fingers to get some act right.
FINALLY, a gracious, patient peer walked me through things I ALREADY knew. Only, I am so new, I don’t know what I already know. Know what I mean?
It is soooooooooooooooo easy, to get down on ourselves, for not KNOWING fast enough. It takes time. To, learn. To, grow. It takes, time, for seeds to take hold, to take ROOT, to get GROUNDED.
ALL we are required to do is to, try, work as best we can, and ALLOW the growth to take place.
I am learning to:
Laugh, at my mistakes.
Embrace, the icky ‘I have no idea’ feelings.
Be patient, with me.
God and Life will ALWAYS make sure we have people/things, in place, to help us as we grow. We growin’ peeps!
Cut yourself some slack, already!
Til you get there, throw yourself a Dance Party, cut up with God and Life, rejoice in the fact you are LIVING, NOT SURVIVING!!
YAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!
*Cassandra cuts a rug*…..*Cassandra getting down so she has caused God, Life, Yikes!, Egads! and The Host to come down and join her Dance Parta!!!!*
Nothing like a raging fever, frustrating work situations, and a really LOUD neighbor, to help one to embrace tough times, while continuing to stand, joyfully.
It’s super easy, to stand when all is well. Let me tell you, I wanted to have a really, really, really nice pity party, this morning. Work was, well, work. Learning a completely new job has been…..
Yikes!
Egads!
Hey, needed yall for this post. What a morning we have had, eh?
Anywho, was contemplating:
A good crying jag.
Tossing my laptop over the porch rail.
A good cup of coffee.
Needless to say, am still typing so the laptop is still here. Settled for drinking my water, instead. And, laughing at my rough morning. Embracing all the ickies which comes with learning new things. Good crimeny learning new things, can be such a pain!!!
I told pity party to go kick rocks! I have come too far, to settle for only getting this far, know what I mean?
It’s crucial to understand the hard times won’t always be so blasted hard. The hard times, in the meantime, are strengthening faith muscles, increasing our patience, strengthening our standing muscles. Hard times work FOR our good, not in spite of, despite of, or might of.
We got this. Even the hard this’! We CAN and we WILL.
Keep going. If you are thinking of having a pity party, tell pity party to go kick some rocks! Turn the pity party into a praise party, at the very least. If you are too tired for a praise party, homies and homettes, you just too busy!
We can do ALL things, through Christ who loves us.
ALL things, work together for the good….
See? Standing on God’s Word and not on my discomfort.
It’s ok to not feel ok or be ok if not feeling ok. Okay?
Standing today, has been beyond hard. Has been near impossible, or so it seems.
Nevertheless, I have gotten so used to standing, no matter what, no matter why, and no matter who, that I find myself standing: AUTOMATICALLY.
Standing, when it’s hard, when it’s easy, no matter what, and doing so, EVERY day, will build muscles you have no idea you had.
I have not been well. In fact, a time or two, have actually wondered if I would be meeting mom sooner rather than later. NO joke. I can admit the fever, that has decided to come visit,…whew. I mean, whew, literally.
Have always appreciated the phrase ‘fatigue makes cowards of us all’. I can identify with this, today. This fever, I admit, for one half second, I WANTED to throw just a tiny, itsy bitsy, wee, kinda sorta pity party.
However, my spirit just would not go there. Too used to standing, I imagine. I scraped my way out of bed, drank my water, played my music in the background, worked best I could, and stood.
Even though I felt awful, all day, I rejoiced, ALL day. Rejoiced My Father, was with me, fever and all. Life, was with me, fever and all. Yikes! and Egads! took the day off and basically said ‘good luck with that’ when they took one look at my feverish face.
I rejoiced, as I am LIVING, not surviving.
I no longer, focus on how long things will take. I am no longer bothered by who will, or who won’t, or who can’t, or who didn’t.
All that matters, to me, now, ALL that matters, is letting people know, letting YOU know, that your life matters to me. I pray for you, every day. EVERY DAY. If your eyes read these words, they were written, for YOU.
Keep going, beloved. Keep going.
Life may be hard, right now. You may be alone, right now. Work may be tough, right now. You may not have a job, right now.
Whatever your, right now, may be, right now, KNOW these things:
God SEES you. God LOVES you. God CARES DEEPLY for your life.
Your life, matters to me.
YOU, matter.
Your thoughts, matter.
Your heart, matters.
Your broken pieces, matter.
Your hopes, matter.
Your dreams, matter.
You are NOT your broken pieces.
You are MORE THAN A CONQUEROR.
You are all of these things, and so very much more.
Keep going, beloved. Think on THESE things. Think not on what you don’t yet have, what you may never have, and on and on. You have NO idea what God and Life has in store for you.
If you hear nothing else, HEAR ME:
You do NOT have to earn love. It is freely given to you. ALL you need do, beloved, is to RECEIVE it. ALLOW love in. Yes, it can be terrifying. Not knowing if love will return to you. It will. I promise, it will.
Love YOU, first. Allow others, in. Don’t you think it time? Life is so short.
Be encouraged. Be encouraged. We got this. I got you. God and Life has us all.
π ITβS NEVER TIME TO QUIT β PIECE TWO WHAT IF I DONβT HAVE ANOTHER TRY IN ME TODAY? Beloveds, Yesterday I told you that sometimes the way you refuse to quit is by refusing to keep going the same way. Today I want to talk to the person who read that and thought: Cassandra, … Continue reading ITS NEVER TIME TO QUIT→
π ITβS NEVER TIME TO QUIT β PIECE ONE SOMETIMES THE WAY YOU REFUSE TO QUIT IS BY REFUSING TO KEEP GOING THE SAME WAY. Beloveds, I want to start this new series by clearing something up. When I say, βItβs never time to quit,β I do NOT mean you should keep pushing yourself until … Continue reading ITS NEVER TIME TO QUIT.→
SUNDAY WITH CASSANDRA. IT ME! π SUNDAY GRATITUDE JOURNAL WITH CASSANDRA πͺπ Beloveds, Come sit with me.Yesterday, I invited you to the movies. Today, Iβm inviting you somewhere quieter. Pull up your chair. πͺBring your coffee.Bring your tea.Bring your questions.Bring your faith.Bring your doubts.Bring your laughter.Bring your grief.Bring the parts of this week that made … Continue reading SUNDAY WITH CASSANDRA. IT ME!→
π¬ COMING ATTRACTIONSβ¦ Beloveds, Tomorrowβ¦ π΅πΏββοΈπ THE ADVENTURES OF LIEUTENANT CASSANDRA COLUMBO. One woman. One phone. One mysterious formatting problem. Approximately 9,742 attempts to figure out why something that looked perfectly normal over HERE suddenly became: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT?! over THERE. ππ€£ Just one more thingβ¦ π Tomorrow morning, we are going … Continue reading →
PRE-NOTE: I have been really sick but fighting to get this to you unscathed. Pain and π€ won’t let go Still, I fight on. Hours late, but here. Will have to come back to add photos. Here goes nuttin… π« THE CHAIR STAYS. πͺπBeloveds, I need to tell you something about the chair.Not a chair. … Continue reading THE CHAIR.→
π€£πΊοΈπ£οΈπ WEDNESDAY NOON APPARENTLY, THIS IS THE PLAN. π€£ Beloveds, I have reviewed the itinerary. I have examined the map. I have consulted the available evidence. And I have one question: WHO PLANNED THIS?! ππ€£ Because I KNOW this cannot possibly be the route I selected. I distinctly remember requesting something smooth. Maybe a little … Continue reading WEDNESDAY π→
π« YOU WERE NEVER UGLY. πππ₯Ήπ Beloveds, Apparently somebody, somewhere, got appointed President of the International Committee of Who Gets to Be Beautiful. Nobody remembers voting. Yet somehow, human beings have spent generations walking around with imaginary clipboards deciding: Too dark. Too light. Too fat. Too thin. Too loud. Too quiet. Wrong hair. Wrong nose. … Continue reading WEDNESDAY π→
ππ POTTY WARS: BABY, TAKE TWO TROPHIES! π§»π€£ Beloveds, It is NOON. And apparently today we are going to church, therapy, physical rehabilitation, philosophy class AND the bathroom. π€£π€£π€£π€£ Pearl clutchers: Secure the pearls. Because Cassandra has an announcement. I WON POTTY WARS. ππ Yes. TWO TROPHIES. One trophy did not adequately represent the level … Continue reading TUESDAY π→
π ππ£οΈ TUESDAY MORNING YOU DONβT HAVE TO BE FINISHED TO BE FREE. Beloveds, I have spent a lot of my life thinking freedom lived somewhere farther down the road. After I figured it out. After I healed. After I understood. After I got stronger. After the problem was solved. After the prayer was answered. After … Continue reading πππππ€―π₯°→
TUESDAY β THE KEY DOESNβT MAKE THE ROAD EASY ππ₯Ύ Beloveds, I have been thinking about keys. Not cute little decorative keys. Not the kind we hang on a wall beside a word like faith and call the lesson finished. I mean the keys that cost something. Because sometimes you spend years staring at a … Continue reading →
Real talk: It is IMPERATIVE to continue to stand, AFTER a particularly hard fight, a stressful situation, when one is not feeling the greatest.
I can admit to ALL of those in the past 10 days. I can also admit that standing, today, was truly difficult. I just don’t feel well. Have not felt well for some time. Chronic things have been kicking my hind end.
I did not, want to get up, for work. I did not, want to fight with learning my new job. I did not, want to let anyone know I was truly struggling, today. I did not, want to put on my music. I did so, and it just didn’t soothe me or get me going. I turned it off….smh….
Yikes!
Egads!
I know! I know! Big mistakes.
I got up. Got the day started. Got to working. Fought myself, ALL afternoon. Fought, until I began to lean on my strong foundation of:
God’s Word.
God’s CHARACTER.
God’s Deep and Abiding Love, for me.
Before then, ALL I could stand on, focus on, rather, was how very tired I felt, how AWFUL I felt. Turned on my music, which helped me refocus on work and standing, correctly.
Before I knew it, I was bebopping, rocking my job, and kicking it with Yikes!, Egads!, God and Life. They were all just waiting on ME. I was waiting for a rescuer….smh.
It’s okay to not feel well. It’s okay to be tired. NOT okay to not rely on our foundation. It is when we really don’t want to stand, that we MUST. We will make poor choices, in these moments, if we rely on ourselves.
If you don’t yet have The Father, as Your Protector, well, just lean on folks who care for you. Let someone know you are tired. Let Life know to give you a break, already. Call out to God and ask Him ‘what’s up with all this God stuff, anyway?’. He will hear you. He will answer. He will come and chop it up with you.
In the meantime, keep going. You got this. I got this. God has us all.
π ITβS NEVER TIME TO QUIT β PIECE TWO WHAT IF I DONβT HAVE ANOTHER TRY IN ME TODAY? Beloveds, Yesterday I told you that sometimes the way you refuse to quit is by refusing to keep going the same way. Today I want to talk to the person who read that and thought: Cassandra, … Continue reading ITS NEVER TIME TO QUIT→
π ITβS NEVER TIME TO QUIT β PIECE ONE SOMETIMES THE WAY YOU REFUSE TO QUIT IS BY REFUSING TO KEEP GOING THE SAME WAY. Beloveds, I want to start this new series by clearing something up. When I say, βItβs never time to quit,β I do NOT mean you should keep pushing yourself until … Continue reading ITS NEVER TIME TO QUIT.→
SUNDAY WITH CASSANDRA. IT ME! π SUNDAY GRATITUDE JOURNAL WITH CASSANDRA πͺπ Beloveds, Come sit with me.Yesterday, I invited you to the movies. Today, Iβm inviting you somewhere quieter. Pull up your chair. πͺBring your coffee.Bring your tea.Bring your questions.Bring your faith.Bring your doubts.Bring your laughter.Bring your grief.Bring the parts of this week that made … Continue reading SUNDAY WITH CASSANDRA. IT ME!→
π¬ COMING ATTRACTIONSβ¦ Beloveds, Tomorrowβ¦ π΅πΏββοΈπ THE ADVENTURES OF LIEUTENANT CASSANDRA COLUMBO. One woman. One phone. One mysterious formatting problem. Approximately 9,742 attempts to figure out why something that looked perfectly normal over HERE suddenly became: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT?! over THERE. ππ€£ Just one more thingβ¦ π Tomorrow morning, we are going … Continue reading →
PRE-NOTE: I have been really sick but fighting to get this to you unscathed. Pain and π€ won’t let go Still, I fight on. Hours late, but here. Will have to come back to add photos. Here goes nuttin… π« THE CHAIR STAYS. πͺπBeloveds, I need to tell you something about the chair.Not a chair. … Continue reading THE CHAIR.→
π€£πΊοΈπ£οΈπ WEDNESDAY NOON APPARENTLY, THIS IS THE PLAN. π€£ Beloveds, I have reviewed the itinerary. I have examined the map. I have consulted the available evidence. And I have one question: WHO PLANNED THIS?! ππ€£ Because I KNOW this cannot possibly be the route I selected. I distinctly remember requesting something smooth. Maybe a little … Continue reading WEDNESDAY π→
π« YOU WERE NEVER UGLY. πππ₯Ήπ Beloveds, Apparently somebody, somewhere, got appointed President of the International Committee of Who Gets to Be Beautiful. Nobody remembers voting. Yet somehow, human beings have spent generations walking around with imaginary clipboards deciding: Too dark. Too light. Too fat. Too thin. Too loud. Too quiet. Wrong hair. Wrong nose. … Continue reading WEDNESDAY π→
ππ POTTY WARS: BABY, TAKE TWO TROPHIES! π§»π€£ Beloveds, It is NOON. And apparently today we are going to church, therapy, physical rehabilitation, philosophy class AND the bathroom. π€£π€£π€£π€£ Pearl clutchers: Secure the pearls. Because Cassandra has an announcement. I WON POTTY WARS. ππ Yes. TWO TROPHIES. One trophy did not adequately represent the level … Continue reading TUESDAY π→
π ππ£οΈ TUESDAY MORNING YOU DONβT HAVE TO BE FINISHED TO BE FREE. Beloveds, I have spent a lot of my life thinking freedom lived somewhere farther down the road. After I figured it out. After I healed. After I understood. After I got stronger. After the problem was solved. After the prayer was answered. After … Continue reading πππππ€―π₯°→
Take time from conquering your mountain, broken pieces and all, to remember you are NOT your broken pieces.
ALWAYS know how very PRICELESS you are. Your very life was worth the death of a King.
Yes, we all have life maintenance to do. That’s called life. That said, YOUR life is ALREADY:
Priceless.
Precious.
Awesome.
Even on your worst days, your wonderfulness is STILL wonderful. You were just a:
Jerk.
Ignoramus.
Blockhead.
(Insert whatever you like here).
None of us are perfect. We be doing the best we can. Yes, I was grammatically incorrect to prove I CAN be grammatically incorrect and God loves me, still.
You got this. You are not your efforts. Neither, am I. You are NOT your outcomes. Neither, am I.
π ITβS NEVER TIME TO QUIT β PIECE TWO WHAT IF I DONβT HAVE ANOTHER TRY IN ME TODAY? Beloveds, Yesterday I told you that sometimes the way you refuse to quit is by refusing to keep going the same way. Today I want to talk to the person who read that and thought: Cassandra, … Continue reading ITS NEVER TIME TO QUIT→
π ITβS NEVER TIME TO QUIT β PIECE ONE SOMETIMES THE WAY YOU REFUSE TO QUIT IS BY REFUSING TO KEEP GOING THE SAME WAY. Beloveds, I want to start this new series by clearing something up. When I say, βItβs never time to quit,β I do NOT mean you should keep pushing yourself until … Continue reading ITS NEVER TIME TO QUIT.→
SUNDAY WITH CASSANDRA. IT ME! π SUNDAY GRATITUDE JOURNAL WITH CASSANDRA πͺπ Beloveds, Come sit with me.Yesterday, I invited you to the movies. Today, Iβm inviting you somewhere quieter. Pull up your chair. πͺBring your coffee.Bring your tea.Bring your questions.Bring your faith.Bring your doubts.Bring your laughter.Bring your grief.Bring the parts of this week that made … Continue reading SUNDAY WITH CASSANDRA. IT ME!→
π¬ COMING ATTRACTIONSβ¦ Beloveds, Tomorrowβ¦ π΅πΏββοΈπ THE ADVENTURES OF LIEUTENANT CASSANDRA COLUMBO. One woman. One phone. One mysterious formatting problem. Approximately 9,742 attempts to figure out why something that looked perfectly normal over HERE suddenly became: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT?! over THERE. ππ€£ Just one more thingβ¦ π Tomorrow morning, we are going … Continue reading →
PRE-NOTE: I have been really sick but fighting to get this to you unscathed. Pain and π€ won’t let go Still, I fight on. Hours late, but here. Will have to come back to add photos. Here goes nuttin… π« THE CHAIR STAYS. πͺπBeloveds, I need to tell you something about the chair.Not a chair. … Continue reading THE CHAIR.→
π€£πΊοΈπ£οΈπ WEDNESDAY NOON APPARENTLY, THIS IS THE PLAN. π€£ Beloveds, I have reviewed the itinerary. I have examined the map. I have consulted the available evidence. And I have one question: WHO PLANNED THIS?! ππ€£ Because I KNOW this cannot possibly be the route I selected. I distinctly remember requesting something smooth. Maybe a little … Continue reading WEDNESDAY π→
π« YOU WERE NEVER UGLY. πππ₯Ήπ Beloveds, Apparently somebody, somewhere, got appointed President of the International Committee of Who Gets to Be Beautiful. Nobody remembers voting. Yet somehow, human beings have spent generations walking around with imaginary clipboards deciding: Too dark. Too light. Too fat. Too thin. Too loud. Too quiet. Wrong hair. Wrong nose. … Continue reading WEDNESDAY π→
ππ POTTY WARS: BABY, TAKE TWO TROPHIES! π§»π€£ Beloveds, It is NOON. And apparently today we are going to church, therapy, physical rehabilitation, philosophy class AND the bathroom. π€£π€£π€£π€£ Pearl clutchers: Secure the pearls. Because Cassandra has an announcement. I WON POTTY WARS. ππ Yes. TWO TROPHIES. One trophy did not adequately represent the level … Continue reading TUESDAY π→
π ITβS NEVER TIME TO QUIT β PIECE TWO WHAT IF I DONβT HAVE ANOTHER TRY IN ME TODAY? Beloveds, Yesterday I told you that sometimes the way you refuse to quit is by refusing to keep going the same way. Today I want to talk to the person who read that and thought: Cassandra, … Continue reading ITS NEVER TIME TO QUIT→
π ITβS NEVER TIME TO QUIT β PIECE ONE SOMETIMES THE WAY YOU REFUSE TO QUIT IS BY REFUSING TO KEEP GOING THE SAME WAY. Beloveds, I want to start this new series by clearing something up. When I say, βItβs never time to quit,β I do NOT mean you should keep pushing yourself until … Continue reading ITS NEVER TIME TO QUIT.→
SUNDAY WITH CASSANDRA. IT ME! π SUNDAY GRATITUDE JOURNAL WITH CASSANDRA πͺπ Beloveds, Come sit with me.Yesterday, I invited you to the movies. Today, Iβm inviting you somewhere quieter. Pull up your chair. πͺBring your coffee.Bring your tea.Bring your questions.Bring your faith.Bring your doubts.Bring your laughter.Bring your grief.Bring the parts of this week that made … Continue reading SUNDAY WITH CASSANDRA. IT ME!→
π¬ COMING ATTRACTIONSβ¦ Beloveds, Tomorrowβ¦ π΅πΏββοΈπ THE ADVENTURES OF LIEUTENANT CASSANDRA COLUMBO. One woman. One phone. One mysterious formatting problem. Approximately 9,742 attempts to figure out why something that looked perfectly normal over HERE suddenly became: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT?! over THERE. ππ€£ Just one more thingβ¦ π Tomorrow morning, we are going … Continue reading →
PRE-NOTE: I have been really sick but fighting to get this to you unscathed. Pain and π€ won’t let go Still, I fight on. Hours late, but here. Will have to come back to add photos. Here goes nuttin… π« THE CHAIR STAYS. πͺπBeloveds, I need to tell you something about the chair.Not a chair. … Continue reading THE CHAIR.→
π€£πΊοΈπ£οΈπ WEDNESDAY NOON APPARENTLY, THIS IS THE PLAN. π€£ Beloveds, I have reviewed the itinerary. I have examined the map. I have consulted the available evidence. And I have one question: WHO PLANNED THIS?! ππ€£ Because I KNOW this cannot possibly be the route I selected. I distinctly remember requesting something smooth. Maybe a little … Continue reading WEDNESDAY π→
π« YOU WERE NEVER UGLY. πππ₯Ήπ Beloveds, Apparently somebody, somewhere, got appointed President of the International Committee of Who Gets to Be Beautiful. Nobody remembers voting. Yet somehow, human beings have spent generations walking around with imaginary clipboards deciding: Too dark. Too light. Too fat. Too thin. Too loud. Too quiet. Wrong hair. Wrong nose. … Continue reading WEDNESDAY π→
ππ POTTY WARS: BABY, TAKE TWO TROPHIES! π§»π€£ Beloveds, It is NOON. And apparently today we are going to church, therapy, physical rehabilitation, philosophy class AND the bathroom. π€£π€£π€£π€£ Pearl clutchers: Secure the pearls. Because Cassandra has an announcement. I WON POTTY WARS. ππ Yes. TWO TROPHIES. One trophy did not adequately represent the level … Continue reading TUESDAY π→
π ππ£οΈ TUESDAY MORNING YOU DONβT HAVE TO BE FINISHED TO BE FREE. Beloveds, I have spent a lot of my life thinking freedom lived somewhere farther down the road. After I figured it out. After I healed. After I understood. After I got stronger. After the problem was solved. After the prayer was answered. After … Continue reading πππππ€―π₯°→
TUESDAY β THE KEY DOESNβT MAKE THE ROAD EASY ππ₯Ύ Beloveds, I have been thinking about keys. Not cute little decorative keys. Not the kind we hang on a wall beside a word like faith and call the lesson finished. I mean the keys that cost something. Because sometimes you spend years staring at a … Continue reading →