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.
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.
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…
*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…
God, I miss my stister and my big brother 💔😭 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.❤️→
Sis and big bro, I miss you both. Ah, God, why must I pay this heartbroken 💔 toll/tax. waiting for ESPECIALLY, Cassandra #YourLifeMattersToMe Note 📝: This is for every hurting 💔 heart ❤️🩹
Note📝: Rough morning, but here… *sigh* Beloveds, I wanted to scream. I almost did🙁. I want to cry. I almost did🙁. I wanted to throw something. I almost did🙁. I wanted to rail at fate. I almost did🙁. I wanted to holler at the draft that makes staying warm impossible. I almost did🙁. I wanted … Continue reading I almost did🙁.→
Beloveds, May this song bring your heart as much comfort as it has mine. missing wombie and big bro, Cassandra Note📝: 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?💔 God: 🫂 Me: My birthday is in two weeks. 😱 God: I know. 😳 Me: How do I 🥳 celebrate without her?🥺 God: With Us, beloved. She’s with Me and Jesus, remember?🥹 Me: Yea. 🥹 God: Invite everyone.🥳🎉🎊 Me: K.🎟💌📭📫📪📬 God: 🎁🎈💝🎂💝🍰💋 … Continue reading God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?💔→
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 ✋🏿 beating yourself up over … Continue reading Leave it.→
Beloveds, Keep it moving. Keep it up. Keep it 💯. 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! 🛏️🚨🤣 Note: Still I rise. Be encouraged… Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 6:00 PM Beloveds, I need somebody to explain something to me. Since WHEN did taking a nap become a contact sport?! 🤣🤣🤣 I was minding my business. Well. That was the plan. After everything that had … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣→
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 🧻, 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! 🏆🚽🤣 Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 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! 🏆🚽🤣→
God, I miss my stister and my big brother 💔😭 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.❤️→
Sis and big bro, I miss you both. Ah, God, why must I pay this heartbroken 💔 toll/tax. waiting for ESPECIALLY, Cassandra #YourLifeMattersToMe Note 📝: This is for every hurting 💔 heart ❤️🩹
Note📝: Rough morning, but here… *sigh* Beloveds, I wanted to scream. I almost did🙁. I want to cry. I almost did🙁. I wanted to throw something. I almost did🙁. I wanted to rail at fate. I almost did🙁. I wanted to holler at the draft that makes staying warm impossible. I almost did🙁. I wanted … Continue reading I almost did🙁.→
Beloveds, May this song bring your heart as much comfort as it has mine. missing wombie and big bro, Cassandra Note📝: 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?💔 God: 🫂 Me: My birthday is in two weeks. 😱 God: I know. 😳 Me: How do I 🥳 celebrate without her?🥺 God: With Us, beloved. She’s with Me and Jesus, remember?🥹 Me: Yea. 🥹 God: Invite everyone.🥳🎉🎊 Me: K.🎟💌📭📫📪📬 God: 🎁🎈💝🎂💝🍰💋 … Continue reading God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?💔→
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 ✋🏿 beating yourself up over … Continue reading Leave it.→
Beloveds, Keep it moving. Keep it up. Keep it 💯. 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! 🛏️🚨🤣 Note: Still I rise. Be encouraged… Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 6:00 PM Beloveds, I need somebody to explain something to me. Since WHEN did taking a nap become a contact sport?! 🤣🤣🤣 I was minding my business. Well. That was the plan. After everything that had … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣→
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 🧻, 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! 🏆🚽🤣 Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 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! 🏆🚽🤣→
Me: I’ve lost my grip!😱 God: Let go, Cassandra. I gotchu. 👀 Me: I cannot grip my quad cane!!😭 God: I know. Let go. I gotcha 👌. Me: You don’t understand! How can I get around with NO grip!!!🤯 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.→
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.
God, I miss my stister and my big brother 💔😭 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.❤️→
Sis and big bro, I miss you both. Ah, God, why must I pay this heartbroken 💔 toll/tax. waiting for ESPECIALLY, Cassandra #YourLifeMattersToMe Note 📝: This is for every hurting 💔 heart ❤️🩹
Note📝: Rough morning, but here… *sigh* Beloveds, I wanted to scream. I almost did🙁. I want to cry. I almost did🙁. I wanted to throw something. I almost did🙁. I wanted to rail at fate. I almost did🙁. I wanted to holler at the draft that makes staying warm impossible. I almost did🙁. I wanted … Continue reading I almost did🙁.→
Beloveds, May this song bring your heart as much comfort as it has mine. missing wombie and big bro, Cassandra Note📝: 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?💔 God: 🫂 Me: My birthday is in two weeks. 😱 God: I know. 😳 Me: How do I 🥳 celebrate without her?🥺 God: With Us, beloved. She’s with Me and Jesus, remember?🥹 Me: Yea. 🥹 God: Invite everyone.🥳🎉🎊 Me: K.🎟💌📭📫📪📬 God: 🎁🎈💝🎂💝🍰💋 … Continue reading God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?💔→
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 ✋🏿 beating yourself up over … Continue reading Leave it.→
Beloveds, Keep it moving. Keep it up. Keep it 💯. 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! 🛏️🚨🤣 Note: Still I rise. Be encouraged… Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 6:00 PM Beloveds, I need somebody to explain something to me. Since WHEN did taking a nap become a contact sport?! 🤣🤣🤣 I was minding my business. Well. That was the plan. After everything that had … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣→
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 🧻, 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! 🏆🚽🤣 Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 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! 🏆🚽🤣→
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!
God, I miss my stister and my big brother 💔😭 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.❤️→
Sis and big bro, I miss you both. Ah, God, why must I pay this heartbroken 💔 toll/tax. waiting for ESPECIALLY, Cassandra #YourLifeMattersToMe Note 📝: This is for every hurting 💔 heart ❤️🩹
Note📝: Rough morning, but here… *sigh* Beloveds, I wanted to scream. I almost did🙁. I want to cry. I almost did🙁. I wanted to throw something. I almost did🙁. I wanted to rail at fate. I almost did🙁. I wanted to holler at the draft that makes staying warm impossible. I almost did🙁. I wanted … Continue reading I almost did🙁.→
Beloveds, May this song bring your heart as much comfort as it has mine. missing wombie and big bro, Cassandra Note📝: 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?💔 God: 🫂 Me: My birthday is in two weeks. 😱 God: I know. 😳 Me: How do I 🥳 celebrate without her?🥺 God: With Us, beloved. She’s with Me and Jesus, remember?🥹 Me: Yea. 🥹 God: Invite everyone.🥳🎉🎊 Me: K.🎟💌📭📫📪📬 God: 🎁🎈💝🎂💝🍰💋 … Continue reading God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?💔→
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 ✋🏿 beating yourself up over … Continue reading Leave it.→
Beloveds, Keep it moving. Keep it up. Keep it 💯. 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! 🛏️🚨🤣 Note: Still I rise. Be encouraged… Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 6:00 PM Beloveds, I need somebody to explain something to me. Since WHEN did taking a nap become a contact sport?! 🤣🤣🤣 I was minding my business. Well. That was the plan. After everything that had … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣→
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 🧻, 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! 🏆🚽🤣 Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 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! 🏆🚽🤣→
Me: I’ve lost my grip!😱 God: Let go, Cassandra. I gotchu. 👀 Me: I cannot grip my quad cane!!😭 God: I know. Let go. I gotcha 👌. Me: You don’t understand! How can I get around with NO grip!!!🤯 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.→
Potty Wars, Part 1: The Opening Whistle! 🚽🤣 Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 6:30 AM Note: This is late but I’m still here. My stroke shall NOT run me. I run this/my life. Today is meant to bring you a smile. Be encouraged. Laugh if you can. Smile even when/if nothing is 😁 funny! Beloveds, … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 1: The Opening Whistle! 🚽🤣→
God, I miss my stister and my big brother 💔😭 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.❤️→
Sis and big bro, I miss you both. Ah, God, why must I pay this heartbroken 💔 toll/tax. waiting for ESPECIALLY, Cassandra #YourLifeMattersToMe Note 📝: This is for every hurting 💔 heart ❤️🩹
Note📝: Rough morning, but here… *sigh* Beloveds, I wanted to scream. I almost did🙁. I want to cry. I almost did🙁. I wanted to throw something. I almost did🙁. I wanted to rail at fate. I almost did🙁. I wanted to holler at the draft that makes staying warm impossible. I almost did🙁. I wanted … Continue reading I almost did🙁.→
Beloveds, May this song bring your heart as much comfort as it has mine. missing wombie and big bro, Cassandra Note📝: 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?💔 God: 🫂 Me: My birthday is in two weeks. 😱 God: I know. 😳 Me: How do I 🥳 celebrate without her?🥺 God: With Us, beloved. She’s with Me and Jesus, remember?🥹 Me: Yea. 🥹 God: Invite everyone.🥳🎉🎊 Me: K.🎟💌📭📫📪📬 God: 🎁🎈💝🎂💝🍰💋 … Continue reading God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?💔→
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 ✋🏿 beating yourself up over … Continue reading Leave it.→
Beloveds, Keep it moving. Keep it up. Keep it 💯. 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! 🛏️🚨🤣 Note: Still I rise. Be encouraged… Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 6:00 PM Beloveds, I need somebody to explain something to me. Since WHEN did taking a nap become a contact sport?! 🤣🤣🤣 I was minding my business. Well. That was the plan. After everything that had … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣→
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 🧻, 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! 🏆🚽🤣 Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 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! 🏆🚽🤣→
Me: I’ve lost my grip!😱 God: Let go, Cassandra. I gotchu. 👀 Me: I cannot grip my quad cane!!😭 God: I know. Let go. I gotcha 👌. Me: You don’t understand! How can I get around with NO grip!!!🤯 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.→
Potty Wars, Part 1: The Opening Whistle! 🚽🤣 Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 6:30 AM Note: This is late but I’m still here. My stroke shall NOT run me. I run this/my life. Today is meant to bring you a smile. Be encouraged. Laugh if you can. Smile even when/if nothing is 😁 funny! Beloveds, … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 1: The Opening Whistle! 🚽🤣→
God, I miss my stister and my big brother 💔😭 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.❤️→
Sis and big bro, I miss you both. Ah, God, why must I pay this heartbroken 💔 toll/tax. waiting for ESPECIALLY, Cassandra #YourLifeMattersToMe Note 📝: This is for every hurting 💔 heart ❤️🩹
Note📝: Rough morning, but here… *sigh* Beloveds, I wanted to scream. I almost did🙁. I want to cry. I almost did🙁. I wanted to throw something. I almost did🙁. I wanted to rail at fate. I almost did🙁. I wanted to holler at the draft that makes staying warm impossible. I almost did🙁. I wanted … Continue reading I almost did🙁.→
Beloveds, May this song bring your heart as much comfort as it has mine. missing wombie and big bro, Cassandra Note📝: 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?💔 God: 🫂 Me: My birthday is in two weeks. 😱 God: I know. 😳 Me: How do I 🥳 celebrate without her?🥺 God: With Us, beloved. She’s with Me and Jesus, remember?🥹 Me: Yea. 🥹 God: Invite everyone.🥳🎉🎊 Me: K.🎟💌📭📫📪📬 God: 🎁🎈💝🎂💝🍰💋 … Continue reading God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?💔→
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 ✋🏿 beating yourself up over … Continue reading Leave it.→
Beloveds, Keep it moving. Keep it up. Keep it 💯. 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! 🛏️🚨🤣 Note: Still I rise. Be encouraged… Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 6:00 PM Beloveds, I need somebody to explain something to me. Since WHEN did taking a nap become a contact sport?! 🤣🤣🤣 I was minding my business. Well. That was the plan. After everything that had … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣→
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 🧻, 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! 🏆🚽🤣 Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 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! 🏆🚽🤣→
