The best IS yet to come…for you. https://www.instagram.com/reel/CvS_DZ6IVCZ/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==
Hang in there. It WILL be okay.
In the meantime, beloveds, don’t be ashamed of what you think is weakness. The strongest thing, you shall ever do is to present your tender heart ♥, to another.
You see, opening one’s heart, means making oneself vulnerable to being hurt. Hurt, hurts. No getting around that fact.
Yet, loving is soooooooooooooo amazing when loving without strings or conditions. It’s beautiful. It’s terrifyingly wonderful.
All our lives, our parents rush to keep us from harm:
Don’t touch the hot stove!
Don’t do THAT?!!!
OMG, don’t go THAT way?!
They mean well.
Or, some have had parents who seem to not care, or who did not care, or who abused. Or, worse, ghosted or were gone.
Whatever the case, we learned to forever live behind walls 🔐, closed 🚪 doors, fortresses, 🏰 castles, and all manner of protection. Just to keep the hurt out.
The awful truth, the TRUE crime, is we shut our beautiful and tender hearts out of the love that God, that Life, that The Universe, that family, that community, wanted and needed to give to us, our whole life long.
We learned to champion, applaud and BE the strong, silent type.
Our hearts, though, have never been silenced though. They cry out, day by day, to be:
Seen.
Heard.
Loved.
Cherished.
Held.
Honored.
I have heard your ♥ heart cry, beloveds, for most of my life. I pray for you. If you have read these words, I walked, I prayed, for YOU. This is what I asked The Universe to give you:
Peace – such that surpasses your understanding. Peace of mind. Peace of body. Peace of soul.
Freedom – from fear. From heartache. From pain. Of your own making or from the hand of another.
Prosperity – in your finances. In your relationships. In your home. In your dreams.
Friendship with God. As YOU understand Him.
Unity – with your fellow man, with your community, with The Universe.
Love – for yourself. With, others. From, the whole blessed 🗺 world!
As I walked, after the storm, I asked God to monetize me so I can do me. In ridiculous, what the world is she doing kinds of ways.
I don’t know how to make a good looking, fancy wow kind of blog. I blog, anyway.
I don’t know how to Instagram and make creative videos that uplift the soul. I upload anywho, wondering if the sound can be heard, if my voice can be heard, if anyone gives two hoots about this old, raspy, caring much too much voice of mine.
Even now, beloveds, I wonder, if you are okay. And, if not, wanting to let you know it will be okay. Until it’s not, I shall sit with you. In your silence. I shall say nothing. I shall honor your space of what in the fresh hell is going on. Seems like the storm will never pass, doesn’t it? Ah, beloveds, the storms pass. They do.
When life hurt the most, I would call mom and she would say “It’s going to be okay.”
When my job announced, out of the blue, they were closing the center and we had 60 days to find another job when there were NO jobs around…smh.
I was terrified. All around me, coworkers and managers were openly weeping. So much so, we had to shut down as no one could continue to work.
I called mom.
I was terrified.
I wept.
Mom said “It’s going to be okay.”
She let me cry.
I cried.
I turned out, okay.
I say all that to say this:
The best IS yet to come.
YOUR best is yet the come.
The storm shall do it’s thing. Storms do.
Remember, the rainbow 🌈 awaits. He promised.
Keep going.
I go with you.
On a side note, if you are, know of, live next to, going to see and or visit someone who has a spare million/billion, laying around, have him/her/you, pop over to my about page and hook a sista up on my GoFundMe Page. Slap a quick 100 grand or something with some commas please and thanks. That made me laugh out loud. You have not because you ask not.
Whatever happens or does not happen, I shall continue to happen to this life. Period.
Be encouraged.
Sometimes I wonder if there is anyone anywhere in the world, who seriously loves some me and is thinking about me and praying for me. Oh, I hope so. It pleases me to think so. Maybe,one day, beloveds, I shall KNOW so.
What a beautiful thought. Think I shall go hang out with Red and mom and yak about these things…
brb,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: If my words seem a bit heavy today, they are. I show mine, to give folk courage, to show theirs. Folk too often feel guilty about showing THEIR hurt. It makes them feel too vulnerable. They are. As am I. Could you dismiss and disregard, my heart and my words. You could. Will it hurt? It will. Yet, I love anyway. Why? Because, you are worth it.
One step.
One step.
One step.
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