Category: God

Uprooted: Fighting with(those)feelings again.

My feels are loud, right now.

My feels want to spill into/onto everything, right now.

My feels want me to feel everything in high definition, right now.

My feels want me to give up, right now.

My feels want me to run away somewhere and hide, right now.

My feels want to run amok and be as loud as they please without giving two damns about anyone hearing, right now.

My feels want to rage at The Universe for getting me in this uprooted mess, right now.

My feels want to just FFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL DAMMIT, right now.

Right now, however, I have told my feels to sit down and to breathe, for now.

Breathe.

Rest.

Reflect.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Being uprooted can be terrifying. Being uprooted HAS been terrifying. Yet, I have found great comfort as I have continued to reach out and show my broken/tender/wounded heart.

I have been loved.

I have found that I am NOT alone.

Ah, God. Thanks for remaining silent so my voice can rise within me.

Be encouraged, beloveds. Continue to reach out for support and love. Continue to be good to yourself as you find your footing, once again.

I am shaken, still.

Still, my hope remains steady.

I have NO idea what the rest of this day shall bring. I shall greet whatever comes with hope in my heart. Still.

I fought the night, all night. The night won. Night kept dawn in it’s clutches much longer than it should have. Finally, Day wrenched itself from Night and Reality’s cold grips and gave itself to me.

Day: Make something of me, beloved. Life is too short to waste.

Me: K.

I am doing my bestest, beloveds, to make something of THIS day. I am not looking beyond this cup of coffee. Speaking of which, come have a cup with me. Someone bring some Herbal tea for Craig. He says no milk please/thanks.

asking for a friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Hang in there, beloveds. Don’t let your struggles lie to you. You WILL be okay. As will I. I refuse to allow fear to enter ANY equation for me, right now. I have been fighting with NOT being anxious since the tornado.

Fear not, beloveds. Remain hopeful. The best is yet to come. It just doesn’t FEEL like it. Do NOT allow your feels to run your right now. Acknowledge them. Listen to them. Feel them. Deal with them. Then, send them on their way and continue walking underneath your umbrella of love, hope and joy. I go with you. In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He. Be encouraged…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Use a bigger cup, Cassandra.

I love, love, love me some coffee!

Yummers!

*hugs self*

So much so, beloveds, I have been scarfing down an inordinate amount.

I have many, many, many oodles of cups and containers to contain such wonderfulment. Ah. Aha!

Here lately, for whatever what in the fresh hell reason(s), I have been CHOOSING to make said wonderfulment in a too small cup. Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!

Don’t ask me why. Habit, I guess. One day, I wasn’t feeling my usual tall container and snatched up the smaller cup. That worked, then. It sho nuff ain’t working for me, now. Ack!

Ask me why I have not yet gone back to my larger container and I honestly could not tell you why.

This morning, God tapped me on the shoulder and handed me my larger container. He told me to enlarge my tent AND my container at the same time.

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!

I guess the moral to the story, beloveds, is to keep growing. Don’t allow something needed, back then, to stop you from growing, in your now.

Ah. Am currently enjoying my larger cup. It suits me.

For now.

Who knows. I may need to go back to the smaller one. The point is to do what is needed, now. Don’t let fear or convenience keep you from moving up, moving forward, moving down, moving out and showing out!

Life is short, beloveds. We got thangs to do, ‘member? There is someone waiting for YOUR dream so they can fulfill theirs. Who knows? You may be what I have been waiting 30 plus years for! Let’s go!

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Okay, all that coffee talk has me thirsty. Who is bringing snacks? I think you know who needs to bring us some of her Texas BBQ! Take care all. You are much too priceless and precious to walk around discouraged and defeated. Let’s goooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Enlarge your tent, God said to me.

God: Enlarge your tent.

Me: But, I’m comfy here. I’m used to here.

God: It’s too small for you, now. It was fine, then. Enlarge your tent.

Me: But, I’m afraid. What if I can’t find another spot? What if the new spot isn’t a better spot for me.

God: Get your butt out of My Way, beloved!

Me: Geeeeeeez.

God: Enlarge your tent.

Me: What if I fail? What if I fall flat on my face. What if…

God: Tell if’s and buts to kick rocks and take two seats.

Me: Well, alrighty then. Here goes nuttin’…P.S. I’m blaming YOU if this doesn’t work out.

God: K.

enlarging my tent,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short, beloveds. Get out of the comfy rut you have fearfully allowed yourself to remain in. Ruts are coffins. ALL of them. No matter that you have tastefully decorated your rut. A rut is STILL a rut. Move forward. Move onward. MOVE! You got thangs to do. As do I. Asking for Your Friend.

Yea, beloveds, I KNOW moving forward, rut free, can be terrifyingly frightful. It can also be wonderfully delightful. Get going now. In case no one has told you today: I love you. As does He.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Repeat after me.

Repeat after me:

I got this.

Now, go do this, beloveds!

You CAN.

You WILL!

doing it with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Let THIS be the day you choose action over fear. You got this. Go do it. Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Real talk: Don’t lay down on your 😡 mad.

I am 😡 mad.

Livid.

Angry.

Life is being super mean and lifery and I can either complain about it and give up or understand life just is NOT fair and keep it moving.

Angry, I snorted, fussed, fumed and pouted myself out of bed.

I made a cup of ☕ coffee.

I’m drinking said coffee and telling anger it has ten more minutes and then it is going to get the hell outta here as I have thangs to do and plan on having a fantastic tomorrow.

Why?

Because life is just too blasted short to remain angry over things we can do absolutely nothing about.

It hurts when life is being hurtful and we are unable to move from the spot The Universe has cleverly boxed us into.

Remain where you are, beloveds. Be angry, if needed. But be encouraged, have a cup of coffee ☕ and keep it moving. You got thangs to do.

I promised myself a few years ago that I would be sure to encourage others when I am being fought the most.

Why?

Because I need encouragement the most at those times and know how much it hurts to be ghosted, seemingly, by The Universe when life is just NOT being fair.

Hang in there.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have eight more minutes of mad time. Who wants to indulge with me and help me hurl more 🍋 at The Universe?😡❤️‍🩹❤️

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I am torn.

I am torn.

My heart wants to reach out and encourage folk to be encouraged.

Was handed a 🥣 of 🍋 this morning and am angry 😡 enough, STILL, to want to say “F- you!” to the damned Universe and I don’t like swearing.

😡😡😡😡!

Be encouraged, beloveds. Am just too angry/dismayed/disappointed to say more.

The Bible says be angry but sin not. So as NOT to sin, I am going to shut it and head to 🛏 early.

I am angry. I will have to rinse and repeat tomorrow the today I did NOT want to have to do.

🤬!

Keep going, beloveds. Even when you are angry enough to chew nails and pelt 🍋 at The Universe.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Someone enter some nice encouragement here for the rest of us. Asking for me.🤬😡😭😳🤯💔😥❤️‍🩹❤️

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Good habits got me out of bed.

Good habits got me out of bed super early this morning.

Fresh heckamiah!

I wanted to spend another day feeling sorry for myself.

Good habits smacked me upside the head and told me I had thangs to do.

I got to doing thangs.

I made coffee.

I turned on my laptop.

I got to studyin’.

I got to learnin’.

I got to being about being about it.

Good habits would not allow me to go back to bad habits. Nope. Nada. No way, good habits said to me.

I’m thankful.

Continue to do that which you know to do, beloveds. Sooner or later, your good habits will be so ingrained you won’t be able to hide from life anymore.

being about it,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Do something towards your dream(s) today. Doesn’t matter what you do. Doesn’t matter how long you do. Just DO. Then just be…YOU! Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

God won’t move until YOU move.

I was sad.

I was pitiful.

I was sad AND pitiful.

Normally, I would have crawled up onto The Father’s Lap and told Him about all my trouble. Lately, I have not done so. Why? I don’t know. Ever since the tornado, I have been a bit frustrated with my lack of snap back.

I thought I would be able to jump up and get back after it. Right away. I thought, foolishly, I could ‘pull myself up by the bootstraps’ and keep it moving. I found moving went on ahead and moved on without me.

I couldn’t rah rah my way out of my mad. I could not encourage my way out of my sad. I could NOT, hard as I tried, root my way out of my what in the holy world fresh hell is THIS/THAT feeling that will NOT go away.

I tried to fake it til I made it. Have not made it. Still.

I tried to forgetaboutit. I could not forget.

I tried to eat my way out. I stayed there.

I tried to sleep it all away. It was there when I woke up.

Fresh hell.

Finally, I moved.

I climbed upon The Father’s Lap. He held my hand. He comforted me. He laughed with me. He let me cry. He let me be me. ALL of me. Some of me was NOT pretty. I was mad. I am mad. Still. Mad at a stupid tornado that has torn the fresh hell out of me and my life. Crap! Heckamiah!!

Yesterday, I couldn’t do the day. I let myself rest.

Today, I told lazy to get up and get after it. Move it!

I moved.

I move still.

keeping it moving,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life can be soooooooooooooooooo exhausting. Enough so that moving is the last thing we want to do. Keep it moving, beloveds. We got thangs to do. Get to doing them thangs….lol.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

God trolled me.

Me: That’s cold.

God: 🤣🤗

Me: That is super cold.

God: I TOLD you.

Me: Didn’t anybody ever tell You it’s NOT nice to say I told you so?

God: Well, did I or did I not tell you?🤣

Me: Well yea.

God: So? Get it?!🤣. I said ‘so’. Add an ‘I told you and what do you get, beloved?

Me: I told you so?

God: Yea. 🤗🤣🥰. You must admit, beloved. I WAS right, right? I WAS right there, WITH you, as you walked these tough miles you INSISTED you could not do. Nope, nary a step, I recall you saying to me. Amirite?

Me: (trying not to smile)…okay, you were right.

God: I told you so! 🤗😆🍋🥰

Me: 🍋🍋🍋😆🤗🤣🥰

God: Keep going, beloved. I AM with you. I promised. I promise still. Do me a solid and make us a nice glass of 🍋 lemonade. Asking for A Friend.

Me: Real funny, ABBA. One has jokes I see.

God: I SEE you. I SEE your tears. They are precious in My Sight. As are you. I only tease those I love.

Me: You sure must love me an awful lot then!…*stamps foot*. You make it awfully difficult staying mad.

*Cassandra gathered up the last of her tears. She decided to add them with the 🍋 and see what they would make*

making lemonade still,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: When life hands you 🍋 lemons, beloveds, start hurling some at fear and anxiety and stress and inflation and bills and all that is getting in your way and keep it moving.

The way is hard. So what? We got thangs to do. Get to doing those thangs. In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He. Asking for A Friend…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I told God I was NOT making any more lemonade.🤯

I have to laugh.

I had a mini mad with God.

AND The Universe.

AND Life.

Told Them I was NOT making any more 🍋 lemonade from these damned lemons They keep passing my way or allowing the damned fruit stand of life to send me!

Ack!

Drat it all!

*stomps foot*.

I called my twin.

Screamed and hollered.

Hollered and screamed.

Told sis I was only allotting myself two minutes of carrying on time. Life is too short to be wasting with anger that is not going to fix things or chang things.

*two minutes of hollering and screaming *

Please note, I kept the neighbors in mind so tastefully acted a fool in a quiet manner.

PSA: It’s incredibly difficult to carry on tastefully in a quiet manner when you are normally loud like me. Fresh hell.😆🥰

N-E-Waze, beloveds, I just stopped by to encourage anyone who is in the same enough already boat as me.

Be encouraged.

Be angry, if need be.

Be sad, if need be.

Be joyful, always.

Be hopeful, always.

Things are NOT as we feel. Feelings come and they go. Do NOT allow yourself to be steered to dark and non helpful places when your feels want to be extra feely.

Thing really WILL be okay. I promise.

In the meantime, I am:

Rooting for you.

Praying for you.

Hoping for you.

Loving you.

Keep going. You have so much ahead of you. Find something in your day to smile and laugh about.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I think God is neat. I let Him have it. Told Him I was FINALLY letting myself be mad at Him. Only lasted for a few minutes. He understood. Kinda hard to stay mad at Someone who loves this dope so much.🤣🥰

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!