Fear really can and does turn the strongest person into one huge lump of I can’t/won’t.
I just stopped by to encourage someone to choose faith over fear. Fear is a choice we make when uncertainty comes for us.
As for me and my house I 🏠 shall continue to choose love, hope, peace and all other fruits of The Spirit. We don’t have to live in fear. Choose this day, beloveds, what and who/Whu you serve. We all choose how we shall live, who we share trust, andd how we shall live.
When you fear you have/will lose it all, remember that you haven’t. Things are not always as they appear to be.
How could I have known, beloveds, that and stroke would take my ability to run, walk, drive, write, and do a million other things.
I can no longer speak easily. There are days when the stroke will not allow me to think or form cogent thoughts.
As a writer, the inability to type and use my right hand to write has been devastating. Writing is a huge part of who I am.
I had zero idea that life would life on me in this manner. Geeeez.
I used to write once or twice daily. Now, I write as much as my mind and my thoughts and my left hand will take me. I write until pain drives me to my bed. Then, I rise and write some more.
While I have breath, I shall write, encourage and love. I have to. I have thangs to do.
Me: See, I’m pulling myself up by the 👢 bootstrap.
God: You are not fine.
Me: I’m sucking it up Buttercup.
God: You are not fine.
Me: I’ve been faking it til I make it.
God: You are not fine.
Me: I’ve been telling my act right to get more act right.
God: You are not fine.
Me: You’re right. I am not fine.
God: Who said you have to be fine ALL the time?
Me: Me, I suppose.
God: How about leaving your 👢 bootstrap to Me and give yourself permission to actually feel how you’ve been feeling, lately. I am here for ALL your feelings. And, beloved, that’s okay, okay?
Me:
I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.
fine/sorta/kinda, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Give yourself permission to feel how you truly feel. It’s okay to NOT be okay until you are okay.
I find myself missing my twin. 57 years is a long time to have shared a life with…*sigh*. She would have called me and something ridiculous to make me smile. Well, crap!
Allow yourself space to process. Life is but a series of consecutive moments which adds up to a lifetime. Make EVERY moment count.
I try not to use the word frustrated. I tell myself this or that is challenging.
DAMMIT, I want to ADMIT to being FRUSTRATED, ALREADY!!
My fingers, on my good hand, is acting a fool.
My back hurts!
I have five damn dollars in my savings account!
I’m broke and my back hurts 😫
Thank goodness that God gives us permission to feel how we feel.
I’m frustrated. Whew, that feels better. Think I’ll go watch some Netflix and chill…lol. For those who knows what that means, get your minds put of the gutter…hahaha!
Be encouraged. Let your heart ❤️ out of your hiding place. I love you
Thought some folks could use extra love and care, today. I know I have needed a hug and extra care. Here. So DO me a big favor and share with all the neighbors…lol