Sweet dreams. Enjoy your day, being that it’s after midnight…lol
Make the most of the day. Be encouraged.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note:🥰❤🤗
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Come. Dine with me. We’ve a meal prepared just for you, beloveds.
Let’s start off with a drink of unconditional love. Next, enjoy an aperitif of peace. God’s Heart has been marinating pure joy for you to enjoy
Jesus stopped by, bringing the wine…hehe…thought that line quite clever, didn’t you.
The Universe showed up with appetizers: Prosperity.
Your entree was prepared with thanksgiving, with kindness, with purpose and with great care. Thank Life for that contribution!
For dessert…hhhhhm. God told me you’d have to ask Him what He brought.
Come, beloveds, take your place at the table. You are welcome. You are wanted. Bring your neighbor. Bring a stranger. Bring whosoever will
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I’m hungry. Aren’t you?
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Beloveds, can I holla atcha?
For the past few weeks, I have come across countless reports, videos and Tiktoks from those who are freely sharing hate for those who look like me.
I almost rushed here to lament about all the actual hate being directed to those who look like me. From those who don’t look like, talk like, believe like, or walk like me.
When I asked God what to do. God said:
“Love them. But, leave them to Me”.
That settled me. I have but these words:
You are my sista. You are my brotha. Simple as that. Love me. Hate me. Dismiss me. Ghost me. Don’t make me no never mind.
I got your back. Periodt and end of story. I shall show up for you, on the daily. I love you and care about your life.
You matter to me So there! HA!
Tell haters HA! and love me back…lol
love from your big/little sis,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note:🥰🌍
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Beloveds, I’m done hiding my heart. I’m not okay. I’m overwhelmed by having to now consider my EVERY step.
I’m exhausted. I just need a bit of help.
How about you
Cassandra
I’m in a quandary. I don’t know what to say or how to say it.
Lately, I’ve been having flashbacks of the day I had my stroke. I was laying on the floor, wriggling like a fish and yelling ” I’m coming” at the top of my lungs.
Turns out, I couldn’t speak and couldn’t do anything more than wriggle like a fish on a hook.
I honestly don’t know what to think or say. To, anyone. To, God. To, myself.
Should I be:
Angry.
Sad.
Frustrated
Right now, I feel none of those. Maybe, I secretly feel all of those…*sigh*.
I think I’ll go climb onto The Father’s Lap and be still…hhhm. Who wants to join me?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: 😳If anyone has the answer, please let me know..
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
This morning, it only took me 45 minutes to put on my bra. This is huge for me. I can also now take care of my hygiene needs, if you can catch my meaning
It means the world to be able to use the restroom for myself. I can’t begin to make you understand how humbling it has been to need someone to take care of your bodily functions. Yay.
I am also starting Outpatient Therapy in a bit over two weeks. I get to learn how to do every day tasks so as to prepare for Supportes Living. Yay! I’ll have my own apartment with staff available 24/7.
My goal is to improve enough to volunteer. I would love to visit folks I hospital or Nursing home.
I’m looking forward to my dreams coming true. Just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.
Be encouraged. Celebrate your victories. Especially, the smaller ones.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Yay me!👍😎🥰😁💃🏽🤣🤗🎯
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Have reached my limit on distressing health news. Too tired to cry. Think I will go watch some Netflix. Who’s coming with?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note:😳😥
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Mom passed away Christmas morning 2016. It will have been 10 years since she ran off and left us. Miss you, mom.
Mom collected teddy bears. She loved them. At her funeral, we decorated her casket with tons of teddy bears. Afterwards, we shared them with those who loved her. With those, who would miss her smile, her love, her throaty laugh, her cooking, and everything that had made her “mom”.
For the funeral, one of my sisters and I wore these ridiculous sweaters we knew would tickle mom to no end!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I say all that, beloveds, to say this:
Yes, losing hurts. Tremendously. It’s important to embrace the memories. Process. Grieve. Cry. Then, with thanksgivings, move forward, move on.
It feels good to enjoy thoughts of mom’s teddy bears. Ah, mom. I miss you. Rest in peace.
Real talk. Loss is not always loss
loving mom still,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Be encouraged. I love you and so does!
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
When my twin, my sis, my wombie, my friend passed awa just before this past Christmas, I felt her passing to the depths of my soul. We’ll be 58 this November.
Yet, her loss was just her transition. ALL sis talked about was going home to be with Jesus.
For us believers, our hearts long to walk with Him, to see Him, face to face. I don’t throw my faith in folk’s faces. Jesus is perfectly able to speak for Himself.
Moving on, I miss sis so. I miss her deep laugh. I miss her greeting me with “Yellow”! Only with me, though. It always miffed me, just a bit, when she would say “Hello”. She would say “hello” when she had been talking to anyone other than me.
I would huffily demand my PROPER greeting! I would slam down the phone, call back, and wait for it…
” YELLOW, she would say.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I miss you, wombie. Say hi to mom for me.
The bible says weeping may endure, for a night. But, joy DOES come in the morning.
You have experienced your own loss. Perhaps, not death. Maybe, the loss of a friend, a job, an opportunity, or one of a billion things we can and will lose.
Still, beloveds, loss does not have have to be loss Loss is merely something that has reached it’s ending. When the end comes, tip your cap, take your bow, then exit ” Stage Left! For, we’ve got thangs to do. Let’s go!
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note:🛎🛎😎👍🤗💃🏽🥰
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Beloveds, NEVER allow pain to have the last word!
Since I had my stroke, this past January, I have to beat back pain, of some sort or other.
And, on the odd day where pain isn’t kicking my behind, I am wrestling with emotional pain that wants to suck the joy from my life.
EVERY day, beloveds, I must CHOOSE:
My mood.
My actions.
My feelings.
I do NOT get the luxury of allowing any of those to govern over me and mine. What’s more, beloveds, NEITHER DO YOU! Ha!
I refuse to allow pain to have the last word.
What say you?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: This is picture of me and my twin when we were about 8 or so. For most of my life,beloveds, I was teased, I was bullied, I talked about. I was told that I was “ugly ” every day. All through school, boys AND girls would follow me, calling me names.
I ate lunch alone. The lunch table was was my lonely island.
I never felt lonely. Until, I heard it enough times. Eventually, I slowly began to believe it.
It took until age 50 for God, for Jesus, for The Holy Ghost, for fam, for a few precious friends to love me until I had been filled with enough love to love me back.
I don’t know why I have hidden these words at the end of this piece. Maybe, beloveds, I am afraid you won’t read them. Worse, you may read them and not care.
I write to and for all the ugly feeling folk out there. You are beautiful to me. To Him. Be encouraged. Share these words with someone who needs to KNOW they are seen, they are heard, and that they are loved. Asking for A Friend.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
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