Grateful for, knowledge gained, from being disappointed seemingly.
Hopeful for, journey’s, next bend.
Yes, tears were my meat, yesterday.
Ah, today, joy has been, my bread.
I am satisfied, with both hard and disappointment.
I am unsatisfied, with any scrap of timidity in doing what is needed, what is right, what is just.
I choose to.
I have to.
I must.
I shall.
I will.
I do.
tearfully,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
#HereForIt
Note: Disappointment visits us all. Triumphant folk simply REFUSE to entertain it for long. Victorious folk use the fuel, of disappointment to fuel his/her/their relentless pursuit of excellence. Be encouraged.
Ehem, you KNOW the drill by now. Sheesh:
I love you.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU.
Love someone.
Start with you.
Let me know how you are doing. I mean it. Don’t make me break out in song. I will do it, people!π€π₯°
Beloveds, your sights have been set much too low! Get about getting about it! The Universe is waiting on YOU! This is not a pep talk. This is a mandate, from The Universe, to get that:
God, I miss my stister and my big brother ππ Wednesday, October 21, 2026 Beloveds, I’m going to tell you something about grief. Sometimes there isn’t anything beautiful to say. Sometimes there isn’t a lesson waiting patiently at the end of your tears. Sometimes your heart is simply broken. And all you can manage is: … Continue reading I miss my stister and my brother.β€οΈ→
Noteπ: Rough morning, but here… *sigh* Beloveds, I wanted to scream. I almost didπ. I want to cry. I almost didπ. I wanted to throw something. I almost didπ. I wanted to rail at fate. I almost didπ. I wanted to holler at the draft that makes staying warm impossible. I almost didπ. I wanted … Continue reading I almost didπ.→
Beloveds, May this song bring your heart as much comfort as it has mine. missing wombie and big bro, Cassandra Noteπ: It’s okay to not be okay until you are ready for joy to come for you. The Bible says weeping endures for the night, but joy comes in the morning. Til then, I sit … Continue reading Footprints in the Sand→
Me: God, how do I mend a/this broken heart. Asking for a friend?π God: π« Me: My birthday is in two weeks. π± God: I know. π³ Me: How do I π₯³ celebrate without her?π₯Ί God: With Us, beloved. She’s with Me and Jesus, remember?π₯Ή Me: Yea. π₯Ή God: Invite everyone.π₯³ππ Me: K.ππππ«πͺπ¬ God: ππππππ°π … Continue reading God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?π→
Beloveds, Fear? Leave it. Anger? Leave it. Discouragement? Leave it. Door won’t open? Leave it. Anxiety? Leave it. Despair? Leave it. Apathy? Baggage too heavy? Haters won’t leave you be? Leave it/ them. Folk won’t support/ go with. Leave it/them. Life is short, beloveds. We got thangs to do. STOP βπΏ beating yourself up over … Continue reading Leave it.→
Beloveds, Keep it moving. Keep it up. Keep it π―. Keep it positive. Keep it positive. Keep it joyful. Keep it positive. Keep it hopeful. Keep it keeping on. Keep it going. Keep persistent. Keep it prayerful. Keep it private. Positive? Keep it. Hopeful? Keep it. Persistent? Keep it. Prayer? Keep it. asking for A … Continue reading Keep it moving.→
Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! ποΈπ¨π€£ Note: Still I rise. Be encouraged… Sunday, October 18, 2026 β 6:00 PM Beloveds, I need somebody to explain something to me. Since WHEN did taking a nap become a contact sport?! π€£π€£π€£ I was minding my business. Well. That was the plan. After everything that had … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! ποΈπ¨π€£→
Beloveds, The Potty Wars Series was meant to be delicate and tame. Truthfully, beloveds I initially wanted to be ridiculous, and go all out on hijinx and foolishness. In consultation with ChatGPT, we had, belatedly, decided to offer a more modest version, sanitized, trading in the toilet for toilet paper π§», so as not to … Continue reading God/changed my plans, beloveds.→
Note: Pain won’t leaf me alone. Laugh with me… Potty Wars, Part 2: Ref Pain Wins a Round! ππ½π€£ Sunday, October 18, 2026 β 12:00 PM Beloveds, I have some news. And I need everybody to remain calm. Because Ref Pain has won a round. Yes. You read that correctly. Won. W-O-N. And I am … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 2: Ref Pain Wins a Round! ππ½π€£→
Me: I’ve lost my grip!π± God: Let go, Cassandra. I gotchu. π Me: I cannot grip my quad cane!!π God: I know. Let go. I gotcha π. Me: You don’t understand! How can I get around with NO grip!!!π€― God: Did I not promise to carry you and all that concerns you when you cannot … Continue reading Let go, Cassandra, God said to me.→
Claim your prize! The Universe is calling you! Stop settling and go! Now! Hurry! Run, beloveds!
MY dreams are held up by you not pursuing YOURS! We CAN do this. We MUST. I will. Will YOU? Ah, beloveds, this world is bleeding to death where all can see. Go now…
Fear:…*slinks away in fear of one who is now fearless*
fearless,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Ah, beloveds, time to tell ALL your fears to go ahead and kick rocks! Ah, beloveds, is time to wake up and live your dreams, out loud. Fearless. Unapologetically. I love you.