Category: faith

When life mails you a whew!😳

Whew!😳

Wow!

*Cassandra takes one look at the scrap of paper that momentarily took her breath away.*

Whew!😳

Wow!

🤷‍♀️

It’s a good thing that God shall supply ALL my needs. Whew! Wait til He gets THIS!

Scuze me, beloveds, I have to take this to Dad. Yeppers, much too much for my tender heart to be.

I just stopped by to tell you to be encouraged. And also to invite you to tag along, with me. You can leave your burden there, as well, eh?

Whew!😳

Wow!!

Life is short. No matter what happens in it, enjoy your moments. Take a breath. Stop, for a moment, then keep it moving.

Yikes!

Egads!

Have to laugh. Rather, I CHOOSE to not let this heat, get me heated. Things are going to happen. That said, I plan on happening to things! Ha! You better ask somebody!

I am in a writer playful mood. Don’t mind me. I shall soon write some especially eloquent, inspiring and delightful prose that shall be a bounty to thee and thine. 🤣

Choose, to laugh, when life hands you a whew!😳

No, it’s not funny. But, your response will be everything. The what had happened, is besides the point. The whatcha going to DO, about the what had happened, is the key to conquering the what the whats, of the world.

Be encouraged.

This too shall pass.

Hurry up and pass already! Sheesh.

here,

Cassandra

Agitated: Liquidate your assets.

Sometimes, beloveds, The Universe will call upon you to liquidate, your assets. In order to be, It’s Asset. In order, for you to be, an asset:

To, the world.

To, your family.

For, yourself.

For, It.

For, Him.

The bounty, ah, beloveds, you have been calling for, all this time, is YOU!

Mind-blowing.

Life-altering.

World-changing.

My, world.

Your, world.

The whole blessed world.

Ah.

Aha!

I liquidated, my pearl, and asked The Universe to cash it in. For, me. I’m hot. I’m tired.

I am not strong.

I am not courageous.

I am agitated.

I am loved.

I am not alone.

I have never felt so loved, alone, here, writing to you, for you, beloveds, in the whole of my life. Never.

It has been my honor, to offer this oyster cracker, cracked though I may be, to/for you. I love and care about your life. Be encouraged. I got you.

loving me some you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#YouBetterAskSomebody

Agitated: God’s Pearl.

You are, God’s Pearl:

Priceless.

Tested.

Sanded.

Polished.

You, your heart, God’s Pearl, to be placed, lovingly, into the fabric of life.

Ah, look at your beauty?!

Formed, from your, TRY.

Bathed, with your, tears.

Given, by your, hands.

Lift up your head, beloveds.

Know ye not, your life is so precious that…

Okay, so God said to tell you, God knows and He ain’t telling…*shrug*.

Nuff said,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I so appreciate, you, beloveds. For, taking the time, from your busy life, to be annoyed, er, cajoled, er, encouraged, by me. If you have found ANY piece of hope, joy, encouragement, agitation, you have made my whole life. I mean that. You are worth every single second of anxt and agitation. Every second. There is not ONE day, where, you are not much on my mind. Heckamiah, I have even kicked my love of the NFL, to the curb, for you…*gasp*. My wombie, KNOWS that apart from the Marvel Universe, I don’t play when it comes to my love of all things NFL. You MUST be special, eh?

Do me a favor, would you please, let me know how you are doing/feeling? Shoot me, an email. Hit me up, as these young folk, say. Give me one less person, to be fretting and wondering about, would you? Asking for A Friend.

P.S. God, I am giving you, this pearl, my pearl, made with agitation. Spotless. Without, price. I am cashing it in. Give me, my sabbatical. Give me, my ocean. Give me, my home. Give me, my mate. Give me, my posse. Give me, my bounty.

Agitated: God will rearrange your schedule.

I had other pieces, scheduled. God, however, keeps rearranging, my arrangements.

Why?

Because of three teeny, weeny, words:

“I love you”

“I LOVE you”

“I love YOU.”

I can’t rest.

I can’t sleep.

God, is shouting this, to the world.

Life, is shouting this, to the world.

The Universe, is shouting this, to the world.

Jesus, is shouting this, to the world.

I, am shouting this, to the whole blasted world.

Time, grows short.

Folk, are giving up.

Folk, are giving in.

Folk, are giving out.

Not, yet.

Beloveds, not yet.

The world, is hard, of head. The world, is hard, of heart. The world, is, hard.

Hard, to understand.

Hard, to love.

I love the world, still.

God loves the world, still.

We shall continue, beloveds, to call out to whosoever will to let each know that he/she/they are:

Loved.

Not alone.

I know. Well, I know, these very words, shall turn off some.

Perhaps, many.

Perhaps, all.

Still, I share them.

This, my love.

This, His Love.

Why?

Because, you are priceless. You are precious. There are oodles and oodles of great things, in store, for your life. I am excited, for you. A present, awaits. Your present. It shall be awesome. You just have to stick around long enough to see and receive it.

Til then, I shall continue to agitate, er, annoy, er, rearrange, er, hang out, with you, beloveds.

You CAN.

You WILL!

Keep on being…YOU!

Agitated: The pearl.

I am agitated!

God gave me an oyster cracker!

You are so needy.

God I don’t know how!

God, I don’t know why!

Why, won’t you move!?

The most profound things that have ever happened, in my life, was when God/Life/The Universe have seemingly disappointed me, the most:

When, I have/had given all.

When, I have expected a return, on my investment.

When, the return, did not return. Or, returned with some what in the fresh what the world is this?!

I have been through alot, in my life. Yet, it feels as though I have been through hardly anything, when compared with what many others have gone through. Or, so I have often told myself.

I compared my heartache, to the heartache of some whose devastion I can scarcely understand. And, am almost ashamed. Ashamed, that my small aches/pains/heartaches, were just too small to be worried about.

The more disappointed, I became, the quieter, God/Life/The Universe, became.

Agitating!

Agitated, I became MORE determined, to TRY. I no longer worried about understanding. As long as I KNEW there was a reason, for my anxt/suffering/agitation, the more peace, I received.

The more peace, I received, while being agitated, the more joy, I obtained.

The more joy, I obtained, while being agitated, the more relentless, I became/have become.

The more relentless, I become, while being agitated, the more tender my heart grows.

For, the world.

For, you, beloveds.

I am agitated.

Agitated, I shall remain. Until every heart KNOWS he/she/they are:

Loved.

Not alone.

I am burdened.

I am lightened.

By love:

His.

Mine.

Life’s.

The Universe.

I am agitated, beloveds.

Here me, when I say this:

Your life is precious. So, much so, it means more to me, is of more value to me, to keep writing these words. Free of charge. Yet, they cost me, everything.

I choose you, over that which pays my bills, my job.

Given, this, how can I, do I, must I, reconcile the two?

I can not.

Which makes me, agitated.

I have been arguing, er, talking to God/Life/The Universe, about this for longer than I care to. Yet, I continue.

Why?

Because you are worth it.

You are.

He is.

You know, beloveds, it takes agitation, to produce a pearl. I Googled, how a pearl is formed and ScienceDirect said this:

A pearl is formed by the mantle epithelium as a reaction to an irritation, either an intruding foreign material, such as a grain of sand, or an irritation within its body, such as a parasite.

God/Life/The Universe, has you set up, beloveds, for your miracle. You have been called, er, agitated. You have been, flustered. You have been, flummoxed. So much so that you have, are, may be, wanting to kick THEM to the curb.

You are being, agitated.

Just these words, have annoyed, er, agitated, you. As, they were meant to.

Keep going, beloveds. Keep going. You are just about to see some fantastic signs and wonders.

No wonder.

Wonder, no more.

Ah, beloveds. Isn’t being, agitated, the most deliciously, awful experience?

Be encouraged. It gets easier, from here. Okay, maybe it doesn’t but you shall enjoy your tour guide, at least, eh?

Let us take this journey, together, shall we? That said, if you find the journey, too long. Or, too much. Or, too this, that, and the other thing, I shall understand. I thank you, for the moments, you gave, me. They, are precious. They, are priceless. As, are you.

Be encouraged.

your friend(too bad for you),

Cassandra aka Jaybird aka Sweetpea

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#Loved

#Cherished

#HereForIt

My mess(age): I’m enjoying being me.

I’m enjoying, being me.

ALL of me.

The messed up, me.

The messed with, me.

The mess, being messed with, messing me up, messing with my mind, messing about, messing up, my life.

Til, God, who so loved, the world, this mess, called me, messed around, then messed around, in my heart and life and ended up messing around and made me fall, hard.

Once, fallen, He, Who had been risen, rose, for me.

My messes, my mess, became His. Now, His, washed clean, my messes, no longer messes, with me.

Ah.

renewed,

Cassandra

#🥰

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I speak in open code, to those who know EXACTLY what I mean. Why? So folk can KNOW, there IS life, hope, joy, and peace, on the other side of0 devastation that can, seemly, change a life irrevocably. HA! You better ask somebody. 🕊

P.S. Apologies for so many posts, these last days. Somebody has been too close to walking away. Not yet, beloved. Not just yet. Keep going…

Why won’t you move!?

Why won’t you move!?

Fresh hell.

*Cassandra picks up a rock and throws it at the damned mountain that just won’t move out of her way!*

I’m in a quandary, beloveds. Every since God challenged me to tell The Universe, what I wanted, I have been unable to silence the deep travailing, in my soul, to be about being about His Business. ‘

Folk, are hurting. The world has trampled, over their tender heart, in such an all fire hurry to get to and trample over, other folk heart. The world is, relentless, in chewing folk, up. Then, spitting folk, out.

Folk, are disillusioned. Rightly so, in many cases. They want to know what the world is going on, with this world? Right ain’t right. Wrong, no longer considered wrong. Folk are simply making it do whatever the hell they want to do.

Folk, are angry. With Him for not being there, not letting them know He was there, for allowing this, that and the other thing. For, NOT allowing this, that, and the other thing.

Folk, are lonely. The world is so blasted LOUD, stomping all over and around them to where they feel small and isolated and alone.

Folk, are wondering, where they are.

Folk, are wondering, WHY they are.

Folk, are wondering, what REALLY matters.

Fresh hockey sticks, folks, the world over, are wondering, what in the world TRULY/REALLY matters?

I was one of those folks, yall. Heckamiah Jeremiah, at times, I am STILL one of those folks.

I have been arguing, er, talking to God, ALL the time, about WHY, the world, isn’t He more clear, to the world, about who He is, what the world He wants, from us. Why, the world, He does not show Himself, more, TO the world, so the world, could/can stop wondering, what the world, and going off of what all the others, in the world, are all saying.

What the world!?

Anywho, beloveds, I was in tears, this morning. Because of you. Each of you. Every follower, very liker, every silent reader, every person who has never read a word.

Why, because folk, are hurting. Beacuse, folk are angry…

I almost yelled, at God. I did, scream within my spirit. I told my spirit to hush, before God could hear my frustrated cry.

I called my wombie, in near tears, and admitted, outloud, FINALLY, what I have been wrestling with my entire working life:

“My heart/passion wants to spend the rest of my days, letting folk know they are loved and not alone. That does not pay the bills. My job, which pays the bills, is taking too much time away from my heart/passion. I can no longer abide, having to choose, between them both. Yet, I can not continue to do both.”

Yall, I wanted to just quit, this morning, my job, and keep doing my REAL job, of encouraging you, the world, and all that is with it.

Yep, it is you fault, beloveds. Your heart(s) are just too darned loud. Your need(s), are just too darned important. YOU are just too darned important, to keep leaving you behind, each day, as I do my work job.

I felt better, after having vented, somwhat, to my wombie.

I find myself, still, peering up, at this same mountain:

My passion, can not sustain my bills. My heart, can no longer, sustain, not being able to fully be about being about, my passion.

There are times, beloveds, where I almost, sorta, kinda, wish I didn’t care, so much. I almost, resent, my loud being so bloody loud!

“Why must you be sooooooooooooo LOUD?!”, I ask my own heart.

“Don’t you know folk get tired/annoyed of your being soooooooooooooo LOUD, ALL THE DAMNED TIME?!”

I have lost many a friendship, beloveds, being me. Yet, I can NOT be me. I have to, beloveds. I have to.

Still, I, me, Cassandra, am human, still. I desire to have, close friends. I find, most have not been able to take all of me, all at once, ALL the time.

Each time that God, that Life, that The Universe, asks me to be loud, I choose you, beloveds. Always. I always, will. If this costs me, close friends. Well, I would rather you know you are loved and not alone. So, you can have close friends.

If being loud, costs me being up, half the night, praying for you and yakking to God and Life and The Universe about you and asking for Them to give you all that you shall ever need. Well, I choose to be loud, for YOU.

Why, because I have ulterior motives, when it comes to you, beloveds. I desire that your heart be made whole. I desire, your spirit is loosed from EVERY weight and bondage that has ever held it.

I desire, your heart be set free to:

To soar, as the eagle.

To run, as the deer.

To come forth, as the butterfly.

The more, I get free, of all that has so easily beset me, the more, I want to run back and grab as many folk as I can reach.

I don’t want to be soaring, by myself.

I don’t want to be the only one, sitting in The Father’s Lap.

I don’t want to be the only one, hanging out with Jesus.

And, no, beloveds, I have NO desire to cajole you, convince you, guilt you, manipulate you, into believing what I do. I am not even trying to get you to believe.

My heart ♥ desire, my ask, my hope, my prayer, my shout to The universe, my prayer to God, my request from Life, my hope for/from Him, is for you to SEE/KNOW/EXPERIENCE:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Simple, as that.

Complex, as that.

Why won’t you move?!

WHY, won’t you move?!

Why, won’t YOU(God, Life, The Universe, my finances, my knowledge, my this, that and other things) move?!

Why, won’t you MOVE!!!!??

EVERY time, I say those words, I become agitated.

I, am agitated.

God, is agitating, my heart.

Life, is agitating, my spirit.

The Universe, is agitating, my mind.

Jesus, has agitated/ignited, my soul.

So, how, in the world, can I ever again, be content, with pursuing things that draw me away, from you?

I am agitated.

ALL have me agitated.

Ah.

Aha!

To be continued?

I am just too agitated, to continue…

brb,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#Agitated

#Here

#Loved

#NotAlone

Note: To be continued. Be encouraged. If you are being agitated, just now, be encouraged. You are exactly where you are supposed to be. You are NOT being picked on. You are NOT being attacked. You are being agitated to…

Heart check ♥: Red.

I have a stuffed red 🐶 dog. His name is Red. 🤷‍♀️

Yes, beloveds, I am 54 with a stuffed red dog. I love me, some him.

Growing up, toys and such were a luxury we could scarcely afford. Feeding 13 kids…whew.

Also, being one of 13, we had to help take care of things and one another. We had to grow up, early, and worry about grown up things such as getting through, the last days of the month, when money was out, food was gone and mayonnaise sandwiches 🥪 were a necessity.

I remember many a mayonnaise and lettuce sandwich after all the lunch meat, was gone. Now, meatless sandwiches are all the rage. Who knew?!😳

Am sure I am not the only person, of my age, who remembers standing in line to pick up long blocks of government cheese and bologna. Tasty, both of them. Sooooooooo embarrassing, back then, standing in line, to get these offerings.

We were hard workers. It really ticks me off, hearing horrid gaslit stories of black folks being lazy, laying around and collecting assistance. Chaps my hide. Royally. Another piece, for another day.

Getting back to Red, my stuffed red dog, I smile EVERY time I look at him. He allows me to be the kid I was never allowed to be when I was a kid.🥰🤗

Red is a heart check, for me. As I love, on the world, Red reminds me, to love on, me. I, do. I, will. Sounds like I am marrying myself.

Perhaps, I am. Marrying myself to:

My, try.

My, dreams.

My, joy.

My, Love.

Life.

The Universe and all that it contains. Life is worth living. ALL of it.

Stop trying to dodge heartache and pain. Comes with the territory of LIVING.

Live.

Love.

Rejoice.

Squeeze every second out of EVERY second. Almost desperately, I cherish each second, now. I know not how many seconds I have. They tick sooooooooooo loudly, now.

I used to think this useless voice was all used up and no use to God, to Life, to The Universe. I know, now, that was a bunch of useless thinking! Ha! Kick rocks, useless thinking. Get the hell outta my life!!

Whazzat?

Red said tell yall it’s playtime. I must now kick yall, delicately, for a time, to the curb. I sowwy. You can join us, though, if you wish.

playing,

Sweetpea aka Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Relentless: You shall not, hold me.

Hang on!

Hold up!

You shall NOT, world, hold me…down.

From achieving:

My dreams.

My goals.

You shall NOT, fear, hold me…hostage.

I am free.

Of you.

From you.

Set free, indeed, by He, Who has set me free. Which leaves me free, indeed.

You shall NOT, Cassandra, hold me…up.

I, your dreams, have awakened you, from your slumber.

We are free from:

The world.

Fear and ALL of it’s ilk.

We are now free to:

Live, loudly.

Love, unapologetically.

Laugh, joyfully.

Maneuver, skillfully.

Meander, endlessly.

Hope, wildly.

Pray, without ceasing.

Never, again, Cassandra, shall we EVER utter the words ‘It is what it is’. This is but the world’s gaslighting of things.

It ain’t how it is or how it ought be!

What are we gonna do bout this world hatin’ on us, Cassandra, my dreams asked me?

Nuttin, I said back. We ain’t got time for world foolishness and lies. We all about being about being about it.

Hang on, world, go on head and get gone!

Hold up, fear, go on head and take two seats, a hard left back to the hell you were sent from, and a hard right up into this right cross, meaning The Cross, from which my Blessed Savior, hung.

I am DONE world, fear, and ALL your friends. DONE with you. I shall deal with you and fight you wherever, however and whenever you show your cowardly faces.

You only show when you think I am too tired, too sick, too disappointed, too discouraged, too hot, too broke, too this, that and the other thang.

Ha!

You better ask somebody!!

You shall NOT hold me, world.

holding the world in the palm of my hand,

Cassandra aka Sweetpea

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Sometimes, you have to tell the world where to get off and park it! Be relentless, beloveds. Keep going. You CAN. You WILL!

One step.

One step.

One step.

Remember:

You are loved.

You are not alone.

Keep on being…YOU.

I love me some you.

Mom’s song.

Mom, bless her heart, used to crack us up.

She would be looking through her cookbooks, while warbling, badly, loudly, headset blaring, to only God knew what!

HAHAHAHAHA!

Mom, didn’t care. She sang and hummed, hummed and sang. Until, curious, we would ask her what in all that was holy was she singing???!!!

She would laugh and say “guuurrrl”🤗🥰🎧🤣😳

Snatching the offending headset, we would don them to figure out what the world she had been listening to…

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

The songs NEVER sounded like the what in the fresh what the world, mom had been singing.

Ah, mom, I miss your song. I miss you.

Now, I find her voice, coming out of MY mouth. Appears her ‘just you wait’ really were truths, not threats.

I find myself singing and doing and being more like my mom, than I thought I would ever be.😳🤣🥰🤗😂

So, be careful when laughing at a mom. Her hex is dangerous. 🤗

Mom, I miss your song.

singing badly with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#MomsSong

#HereForIt