Category: Writing

I am.

I am.

‘Nuff said.

So, are you.

We don’t have to add, anything. We be fantastic all by ourselves. Just, as we are. Yes, we may not be, where we want to be, where we thought we would be, where we hope to be. Yet, we are:

Enough.

Again…

I, am.

So, are you.

Folks who can’t get with that can go kick some rocks, already!🤷‍♀️

Keep on doing and being you. As, ever, shall I.😎

We got this, beloveds. So, let’s get about getting it, eh?

Be well,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Embrace YOU!

Embrace YOU!

Yea, I’m talking to YOU. The you that you don’t allow others to see. The goofy YOU. The outrageous YOU. The serious YOU. ALL of YOU!

Time to get YOUR shine on. Time to own WHO YOU ARE.

God and Life are PROUD of YOU, beloved. Yea, YOU. The goofy you. The outrageous you. The serious you.

This world needs ALL of YOU. This world is in desperate need of those who are not afraid to….BE!

Be!

Be YOU!!

YOU are:

Amazing.

Spectacular.

Awesome.

Your life, matters. Your thoughts, matter. WE, this world, NEEDS your:

Hopes.

Dreams.

Daydreams.

Hope, beloved. Dream, beloved. Daydream, beloved.

YOU can do this. YOU will do this.

As will I.

YOU are amazing. As, am I.

Don’t let ANYTHING silence YOU.

Not:

Fear.

Not:

Words, said to you.

Words, said about you.

You ARE:

Amazing.

Necessary.

Required.

Beloved, stop looking around, in hopeless, wondering how things will change, if things will/can change and BE the change.

Open your heart, to others. Allow others, to open their heart(s), to you.

Your life DOES matter. If it did not, why the world, would the world, the enemy, circumstances, situations try and convince you that your voice is ‘just’ that. A voice.

Know ye not that ‘just a voice’ has, can and will continue, to change lives. Think of someone who changed your life, lifted your spirits with ‘just’ a kind word or two. Think of the folks who have been lifted, by YOU, by YOUR care, by YOUR words, by YOUR efforts.

You are changing EVERYTHING, simply by being YOU. The world paints success by how much folk have or don’t have. God and Life are ever shouting, to us all, it’s in how much we LOVE that is important.

How much we love ourselves. How much we love one another.

I stopped writing, for a bit. To take a break, yes. But, if I were to be 100, I would admit that I have asked myself what would be missed by my missing blogs? What do my words mean? By extension, what do I mean?

Am I, though, just words upon a page? And, if this be so, is this not something to be celebrated? I think so. I can not tell you how many joyous days I have experienced, reading the words of other bloggers. Their stories, their lives, have touched my heart, in more ways than I could ever begin to count.

I think of words written, to me, that have influenced me, decades after they were originally written. I have letters, tattered from being folded/unfolded, that lifts my spirits, still.

I think of God’s Words, inspired and written, many, many moons ago, that change me, daily. Words upon a page.

We, each of us, are ALL words, upon a page, upon this stage, this thing, we called life. Wars have started, because of words. Wars have ended, because of words. Amazing.

WE are amazing:

You.

Me.

All, of us.

Time to BE amazing, beloved.

Step into your uniqueness. Embrace, it. Embrace, YOU.

Lift your head, beloved. Don’t belittle or be ashamed of what you see. I see, greatness. God and Life sees, goodness.

Be, great.

Be, good.

Be, YOU.

Be, free.

It’s time, beloved, don’t you think? Time to stop hiding your precious heart. This world NEEDS you. God and Life NEEDS you. Your family NEEDS you. Your community NEEDS you. Yea, I’m talking to YOU!

You got this!

Fear, not. And, if you fear, so what? Do it, anyway. Be you, anyway. Don’t worry about being judged. I will tell you a secret:

Those ‘judgy’folk are not actually judging you. They see your boldness, your acting in spite of fear or absent fear. They see these things and are jealous, afraid, envious. So, they lash out. Be understanding, beloved, when this happens. For, they are truly really lashing out, at themselves. Judging, themselves. Hating, themselves. Love them. Keep being you. And, slowly, they may also find the courage to LIVE and walk as you.

YOU are, amazing.

I, am amazing.

Don’t be afraid to shine, beloved. Let your light, your life, your love, shine brightly. Many WILL be warmed, by YOU, should you find the courage to….BE.

BEing with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Acceptance.

Acceptance….*sigh*.

ACCEPTANCE!

A really, really, really tough word, at times.

Acceptance.

I have been doing my best, here lately, to accept the things I can do nothing about. It has NOT been easy. Yet, it has been worth it. Doesn’t always FEEL that way, though.

It is a very good thing that I make the choice, EVERY day, to walk by FAITH. NOT my feelings. NOT by how I think things should have gone, should go, need to go.

Things won’t always go MY way. In fact, things, here lately, have appeared to be going in the opposite direction! Ack!

I have lost some things, lost my mind a bit, about this situation and that. I have lost some ground, at work. Lost a family member, recently. I have lost more hair, gained more weight…*sigh*….

I have spent the week, in my undies, in the dark, in tears.

Why? Because, well, because life has been so blasted HHHHHHHHHHHAAAARRRDDDDDDDD these past few weeks. Normally, I have been able to take the ‘high road’. These past few weeks….whew….have wanted to tell the ‘high road’ to go ahead and kick some rocks!

I wanted to be angry. Had not allowed myself to BE angry. The other night, I ALLOWED myself to be angry. Allowed myself to be….BE…sad. I had a good cry. A great cry, in fact. I cried about many things.

I cried that I was STILL:

Alone.

Financially, strapped.

Alone.

Work stressed.

Alone.

Missing, my mom.

Alone.

Missing, my brother.

Alone.

Alone.

ALONE!

I was just feeling so damned ALONE, lately. Not, lonely. Just…

Just…

Just…

Alone.

So, alone, in the dark, in my undies, I had a good cry. Cried out, to God, to Life, to the universe, to the void. To any and all who would listen.

Cried and wanted.

Wanted and cried.

What did I want?

I wanted to be:

Loved.

Seen.

Heard.

Needed.

Yea, I NEEDED to be needed, know what I mean?

I emailed a friend, and said all I have ever really wanted was to be CHOSEN. To be chosen so I could be love and I could love. Someone. Many someones. I felt sad. Feeling as though I have never really been chosen. Not in the manner I THOUGHT I should be, thought I WOULD be.

Yet, had I ALLOWED folk in? Enough to get to know me enough to choose me? Or, did I only show the parts I thought would be acceptable and therefore ACCEPTED?

IF I were to be, completely honest, I would admit that I had done more ‘work’ to earn love, favor, respect, care, etcetera. I gave all of that, hoping the ME that I was, the ‘other’ parts of ME that were not so shiny/beautiful/lovely would be, well, accepted, along with the hard work, the care, I had given.

Was that fair? To, others? Was that fair, to ME? Probably not. What’s more, had I not been chosen? Many times? Yet, had I possibly, backed away, ran away, dashed away? In, fear. The fear of not being ‘enough on my own?

Without:

My, work.

My, efforts.

My, gifts.

My, talents.

My, money.

Acceptance…*sigh*. I can accept the fact, now, that I had hid my heart, then. And, now, I am paying for that hiding, from way back when, back then.

Knowing this, I can be patient, as I accept that change does NOT happen overnight. Friendships take time, to build, to mend, to breathe, to grow. Relationships take time, to find another, to learn another, to receive another, to grow another.

Knowing this, I accept this time alone. I can use my alone, now, to prepare for not being alone, soon, later, whenever.

Knowing this, I can forgive the ME I was then. I can tell that ME I had done the best I could do, at that time. Yet, I am a different ME, now. Rather, I am the ME Life and God and circumstances and time and people and places and….and…and are helping to build ME to be.

I can accept this.

I DO accept this.

Acceptance.

ACCEPTANCE!

The word, now, feels triumphant. Now. Before, the word, acceptance, seemed like, FELT like a ‘victim’ word. Felt like surrender. Surrender, felt like such a cowardly place/position to be in.

I have learned, however, surrender is one of THE most powerful words, one of the most powerful positions, one could find oneself. ONLY someone truly strong can surrender. You see, it takes letting go of fear, letting go of pride, letting go of ALL we hold dear, in order to truly surrender ourselves, our positions, our this and our thats.

In order to TRULY love, as love demands, we have to give up OUR desires and replace them with the desire of the heart we have given our love to. The bible says this about love:

 I Corinthians 13: 1-7: Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

When we love, we have to accept, ah, there that word goes again, we may not be loved, in return. Love accepts this fact and continues to love. In full surrender.

In knowing this, I can accept loving ME, now, fully and completely and honestly. I can accept that God loves me, fully and completely and honestly. I can accept that others may or may not love me, fully and completely and honestly.

I can live with this knowledge. I accept it. I CHOOSE to receive whatever may come, my way.

Love? Here I am. Something else? Depends on what the ‘something else’ is….hahahahahahahaha!!

In the meantime, I am living, in the NOW, in the present. I accept that I have not always done my best. Yet, I tried. The outcome, now, is I am alone, now. Will that be forever? Who knows. I enjoy being alone, most days. I get a huge kick out of me. I get a kick out of acting a fool, in my undies.

What’s more, I have NEVER been alone. God has ALWAYS been close by. Waiting. Loving, me. Rooting, for me. Waiting for me to see, learn and KNOW that He has been close by, this whole time.

Now, right now, I kick it, with Him, whilst waiting for another, for others. Will they come? Who knows? God does and He ain’t telling. 🙂

Acceptance.

Ah, such, a beautiful word! Such, a freeing word. Such a giving word.

I, accept ME. I, accept the uniqueness, of life. Of MY life. I may not be everyone’s cup of tea but God and Life sure enjoy my flavor! Knowing this, I am all good. The rest of the world, well, yall missing out. I am some good people.

Life is short, beloveds. Time to accept the facts:

You, be loved.

You, are NOT alone.

You, are awesome.

So, get on out there and BE.

You.

Unapologetically.

Life is short. We only get one shot at it. Get on out there and live. Broken pieces and all. With ALL that you have. Give and it SHALL be given back to you.

In the meantime, you got you some me. How great is that??!

loving me some you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Hey YOU?

Hey.

Hey?

Hey!

You.

Yea, I was talking to YOU!

The YOU that has been weary. The YOU that has been on the verge of:

Giving up.

On:

You.

Your, hopes.

Your, dreams.

Your (fill in the blank).

You got this.

Did you hear me?

Did you HEAR me?!

You got this, beloved.

You CAN.

You WILL.

You just have to keep it moving, beloved. Beloveds.

No matter the hard. No matter the what. No matter the way.

It doesn’t matter.

One foot, in front of the other.

Just ONE, beloved.

You can do this.

You can DO this thing, called life.

Don’t give up.

Not, yet.

Not, now.

Not, on you.

Not, on Life.

Not, on God.

Not, on your family.

Not, on your friend(s).

Not, on your job.

Not, yet.

A little longer.

Just, a bit longer.

How long?

Doesn’t matter.

The matter is that YOU matter and that you continue to matter and care about the thing that TRULY matters.

Which leads me back to the beginning…

Hey YOU?

Yea, I was talkin’ to YOU!

Lift up your head.

Straighten your back.

Reach out your arms.

RECEIVE what IS coming for you:

Love.

Joy.

Peace.

Hope.

New Beginnings.

They are ALL for YOU.

YOU deserve them.

YOU deserve to be loved.

Why?

Because you are. 🙂

This is YOUR time.

I pray for you.

I rejoice for you.

I love you.

You are my people. I am yours. Time we all come together, in love, dontcha think?

Give some YOU away, today. Someone needs the love that only YOU can share from that precious and priceless heart of yours.

YOU can do this.

YOU will do this.

His and yours,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

P.S. If my life matters to you, let me know. EVERYONE needs their love tanks filled. I try to fill folks, on the daily. If you ‘like’ a sista, how about start talking to her? She has been waiting. Bring a friend. Let us give to one another, eh? Silent readers are great. Loud readers requested. BE loud with me, okay beloveds?

Caution!

This meme ALWAYS brings a smile, to my face.

Mostly, because it’s true!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH!!

I am:

Good people.

A goof.

Sometimes, a moron.

ALWAYS, trying.

I believe:

In, God.

In, Life.

In, myself.

In, people.

I KNOW:

ALL things truly DO work, for my good. Especially as I allow them to.

I am so:

Hopeful, for the future.

Joyful, in my present.

Grateful, for my past.

ALL things helped to make me, well, ME!

I think that ME is:

Delightful.

Wonderful.

Deeply loved, by God.

Deeply loves, God.

Ridiculously, talented.

I:

Love me, some me.

Love me, some you.

Love me, some Life.

Love me, some Jesus.

I believe in:

Me.

Love.

Life.

God.

You.

I will keep on loving some:

Me.

You.

Life.

God.

I hope:

Folk will ALLOW themselves to be:

Loved.

Loved.

Loved.

Loved.

Loved.

Loved.

By:

God.

Life.

Me.

Themselves.

Their, families.

Their, fellow man.

Again, I say…

CAUTION!

loved and loving,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

P.S. Okay, so how can you NOT be loving you some me, right now??!….hehe….life is good. Hang in there, beloveds.

Nuff said…

The week is at it’s end.

You have done your all.

You have given all you have to give.

You have lived your best life, in the best way you know how.

You have taken the high road, ALL week, when you have wanted to tell folks to go kick some rocks, already!

It is enough.

YOU have DONE enough.

Time to:

Rest.

Reflect.

Relax.

The world will do what it will. God and Life has got ALL under control. Thanks, in part, to your faith, your love, your effort, your TRY.

Enjoy your weekend.

Give yourself the pat on the back you richly deserve.

KNOW, of a surety, your voice matter, your thoughts matter, your hopes and dreams matter.

You are:

Loved.

Cherished.

Prayed for.

Fought for.

EVERY day. Every one.

Be at peace.

His and yours,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

I am: Just words upon a page.

I am…

?

I am, just words, upon a page. Words spoken, through love, given to a world seemingly who cares not, for my tone, my color, my gender.

You see, to the world, I should be unseen. I AM unseen.

For, I am:

Too, loud.

Too, old.

Too, female.

Too, black.

Too, spiritual.

Too, fat.

Too, ugly.

Too much, of this. Not enough, of that, it seems, to be counted worthy. To…

Be.

Breathe.

Have.

Do.

Yet, there is SOMETHING, inside me, STILL, that wants to try.

To:

Love.

Have.

Be.

Do.

My heart says that I am:

Beautiful.

Loving.

Worthy.

God and life says that I am:

Beautiful.

Worthy.

Loved.

The world says:

Nothing.

The world, sees me as not worthy of it’s time, it’s visage, it’s supposed ‘rewards’ for being one of the pretty ones, the white ones, the male ones, the male white ones.

I am just words, upon a page, pages no one wants to read, the world continually mocks and tells me.

The world says:

Give up.

Stop trying.

No one will care enough to read your pages. Your words were already judged and found wanting. Simply because of your gender. You were immediately unwanted, because of your race. The world said I would never be loved, because of this face.

God and Life says the world lies. They encourage me to keep going. They tell me I AM loved. They tell me that my life was worth the death of a King.

I tell, Life. I tell, God:

I am just words upon a page. All I have to give are the words, the love, the joy, in my heart.

What could, what does, what will those words, that love, this joy, in my heart ever do or change?

For, I am loud, female, black, fat, ugly, poor, spiritual. At least, this is what the world tells me, on a daily basis.

God: Do you believe this of yourself?

Me: Absolutely, not!

Life: How do YOU see yourself?

Me: I see myself the way God made me:

Beautiful.

Loving.

Joyful.

Free.

Whole.

Life: Did you always feel this way?

Me: No. For many years, I believed, the world. I believed, it’s lies.

God: What changed your mind?

Me: Your, Character. Your, Deep and Abiding Love. Your, Word. The Love of One, who cares for the one, me. Because of those things, because of Your Relentless Love, I was able to SEE, me. I was able to RECEIVE, me. I was able to LOVE, me.

God: There are countless others who feel this way about themselves. It grieves Me. Deeply.

Life: It grieves, me.

Me: It breaks my heart. I wish I was more than just words upon a page. If I could, I would heal EVERY broken heart. I would mend each one. By my own hand. I would be gentle, with the stitches.

I would speak healing words, to each heart. I would sing to it. I would encourage it.

God and Life: If you had ONE chance. One chance only, to speak, to the world, what would those words be?

Me: I would simply say what I have said many times, in as many ways as I have known how:

God SEES you. God LOVES you. God CARES DEEPLY for your life. Your life, matters. Your thoughts, matter. YOU, matter. Your life was worth the death of a King.

God: Tell them.

Me: I will.

Yet, I am, just words, upon a page.

Am I?

We shall see.

Unapologetically, His.

Unapologetically, yours.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Tell, someone.

Tell, someone.

Tell, someone, they are:

Loved.

Needed.

Required.

Let, someone.

Let, someone:

In.

Love, you.

Give, someone.

Give, someone:

You.

Let them, give, to you.

Show, someone.

Show, someone:

Your, heart.

Let them, show their heart, too.

Love, someone.

Love, someone:

Beginning, with you.

Extend that love, to another.

Allow another, to extend that love, back to you.

Help, someone.

Help, someone:

See, their worth.

Help them, to help you, to see your worth.

Believe in, someone.

Believe in, someone:

Beginning, with you.

Extending that belief, believing in, others.

Tell, give, show, love, help, believe in, someone.

Let someone, tell, give, show, love, help, believe in, you, too.

Tell, someone. Begin, with you.

Beloved, you ARE:

Loved.

Needed.

Required.

By:

God.

Life.

Me.

Others.

I love you.

His and yours,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Why Can’t I BE Loud?: I hide my heart, no more.

Today, I rejoice.

Fully, present.

Fully, LIVEing.

Fully, here.

Fully, invested:

In, life.

In, love.

In, me.

In, God.

In, Life.

In, others.

It feels good. To, be. Just to be, ME!

Never, again, allowing circumstances, situations, others, other’s expectations, or lack thereof, to:

Define, me.

Own, me.

Silence, me.

Frighten, me.

Defeat, me.

Dismiss, me.

Unapologetically, LOUDLY, proudly, I:

Stand, my ground.

Draw, my line, in the sand.

Fight, for me.

Alongside Him, for me.

Love, me.

Choose, me.

Receive, me.

Accept, me.

Honor, me.

Give, to me.

Humor, me.

Play, with me.

Stay, with me.

I hide my heart, no more.

I offer her, unashamedly, unreservedly, indefatigably, to God, to Life, to whosoever will receive her. Those, who can not, will not, are unable to, I love, still, and move on.

Life is short. I hide my heart, no more.

I hide my heart, no more. Not even, from me. Especially, not from me.

I, shall love her, this heart of mine, for the rest of my days, and beyond.

I, shall be good to her.

I, shall be good, FOR her.

She, deserves the best of me, not the rest of me.

This, I shall give her. I love her. She is me. I shall love me.

I, pray you do the same, beloved. Love you some you, would you please and thanks?

loving me some you whilst I love me some me,

Sweetpea

#YourLifeMattersToMe

P.S. So often, we wait for others, things, situations, circumstances to do this and that, in order for us to, supposedly, feel love. Love starts with us. IN, us. FOR, us. Love is a choice. A conscious KNOWING effort that we WILL care, we WILL try, we WILL do. Or, not. CHOOSE to love, beloveds. You, first. Others, next. God and Life, always. I love you. As does, He. Be at peace, this day…

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Jesus, here You stay.

Jesus, here, You stay.

Here, with me, You remain.

Where ever I find me, I find You, there, too. No matter, where, You are there.

I love You, Jesus. For, You have NO shame, when it comes, to me. To, seeking me. To, finding me.

Where EVER, I go, there, You are willing to go, too.To, the depths, of my deepest, darkest despair, I have found You.

To, the heights, of my greatest adventures, there, I found You, there, too.

You have seen, and accepted, the worst of me. While, helping me to find, to BE the best, of me.

Yet, You love me.

STILL.

ALWAYS.

In ALL my ways. For, ALL my days.

You have loved me.

You love me, still.

I am in awe.

That You, Jesus, love me.

Always.

All days.

Even when, even if, even as, I find, at times, me a bit hard to deal with, to love, to cherish, to be there, for.

It is only because of Your Grace, Your Mercy, Your Deep and Abiding Love, Jesus, I find that I do my best to love ME, as You love me:

Completely.

Totally.

Joyfully.

Unapologetically.

Jesus, here, in my heart, You stay.

Your Grace, Your Love, Your Joy covers me. Your Thoughts stray, always, to me.

Amazing!

Your Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch, like me. I once, was lost. I, now, am found. I was blind. Yet, now, I see.

I SEE, Your Love, for me.

I HEAR, Your Heart’s Cry, to my heart’s cry.

I FEEL, Your Love, for me.

For, ME!

Amazing. How, very amazing.

Amazing, Jesus, Your Love.

Amazing, Jesus, Your Care.

Amazing, Jesus, You Are Amazing. Amazing, still. After, all these years. I love You, Jesus. Unapologetically. Freely. With ALL my heart.

Jesus, I long for others to KNOW, SEE, FEEL, and experience Your Love, Joy, Care, and Protection. Jesus, will You go to them, where ever they find themselves? Will You let them know, You are there, for each and every heart? They don’t even have to believe, in You, if they don’t yet know You. I just ask that You visit each heart. To let them know, You are:

Available.

Able.

Capable.

Ready.

Reliable.

Relentless.

In Your Pursuit for ALL to know the freedom, the experience of being free, of being loved. For love’s sake. For no other reason.

Jesus, here You stay.

With, me.

Jesus, here I shall stay, with You.

Forever Your Friend,

Sweetpea

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