For the past few weeks, I have come across countless reports, videos and Tiktoks from those who are freely sharing hate for those who look like me.
I almost rushed here to lament about all the actual hate being directed to those who look like me. From those who don’t look like, talk like, believe like, or walk like me.
When I asked God what to do. God said:
“Love them. But, leave them to Me”.
That settled me. I have but these words:
You are my sista. You are my brotha. Simple as that. Love me. Hate me. Dismiss me. Ghost me. Don’t make me no never mind.
I got your back. Periodt and end of story. I shall show up for you, on the daily. I love you and care about your life.
I’m in a quandary. I don’t know what to say or how to say it.
Lately, I’ve been having flashbacks of the day I had my stroke. I was laying on the floor, wriggling like a fish and yelling ” I’m coming” at the top of my lungs.
Turns out, I couldn’t speak and couldn’t do anything more than wriggle like a fish on a hook.
I honestly don’t know what to think or say. To, anyone. To, God. To, myself.
Should I be:
Angry.
Sad.
Frustrated
Right now, I feel none of those. Maybe, I secretly feel all of those…*sigh*.
I think I’ll go climb onto The Father’s Lap and be still…hhhm. Who wants to join me?
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: 😳If anyone has the answer, please let me know..
This morning, it only took me 45 minutes to put on my bra. This is huge for me. I can also now take care of my hygiene needs, if you can catch my meaning
It means the world to be able to use the restroom for myself. I can’t begin to make you understand how humbling it has been to need someone to take care of your bodily functions. Yay.
I am also starting Outpatient Therapy in a bit over two weeks. I get to learn how to do every day tasks so as to prepare for Supportes Living. Yay! I’ll have my own apartment with staff available 24/7.
My goal is to improve enough to volunteer. I would love to visit folks I hospital or Nursing home.
I’m looking forward to my dreams coming true. Just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.
Be encouraged. Celebrate your victories. Especially, the smaller ones.
Mom passed away Christmas morning 2016. It will have been 10 years since she ran off and left us. Miss you, mom.
Mom collected teddy bears. She loved them. At her funeral, we decorated her casket with tons of teddy bears. Afterwards, we shared them with those who loved her. With those, who would miss her smile, her love, her throaty laugh, her cooking, and everything that had made her “mom”.
For the funeral, one of my sisters and I wore these ridiculous sweaters we knew would tickle mom to no end!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I say all that, beloveds, to say this:
Yes, losing hurts. Tremendously. It’s important to embrace the memories. Process. Grieve. Cry. Then, with thanksgivings, move forward, move on.
It feels good to enjoy thoughts of mom’s teddy bears. Ah, mom. I miss you. Rest in peace.
When my twin, my sis, my wombie, my friend passed awa just before this past Christmas, I felt her passing to the depths of my soul. We’ll be 58 this November.
Yet, her loss was just her transition. ALL sis talked about was going home to be with Jesus.
For us believers, our hearts long to walk with Him, to see Him, face to face. I don’t throw my faith in folk’s faces. Jesus is perfectly able to speak for Himself.
Moving on, I miss sis so. I miss her deep laugh. I miss her greeting me with “Yellow”! Only with me, though. It always miffed me, just a bit, when she would say “Hello”. She would say “hello” when she had been talking to anyone other than me.
I would huffily demand my PROPER greeting! I would slam down the phone, call back, and wait for it…
” YELLOW, she would say.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I miss you, wombie. Say hi to mom for me.
The bible says weeping may endure, for a night. But, joy DOES come in the morning.
You have experienced your own loss. Perhaps, not death. Maybe, the loss of a friend, a job, an opportunity, or one of a billion things we can and will lose.
Still, beloveds, loss does not have have to be loss Loss is merely something that has reached it’s ending. When the end comes, tip your cap, take your bow, then exit ” Stage Left! For, we’ve got thangs to do. Let’s go!
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 