Tag: encouragement

What promise are you keeping to yourself?

Promise yourself, beloveds.

Promise that you will NEVER walk away from your dreams.

Promise yourself you will be good to yourself EVERY day.

Promise yourself you will reach out in LOVE.

Promise yourself you will forgive your mistakes.

Promise yourself you will ALWAYS walk with integrity.

Promise yourself you will ALWAYS shine your light.

Promise yourself you will not discount your try.

Promise yourself you will love yourself no matter what.

Promise yourself you will keep your heart from those who do not mean you well.

Promise yourself you will be open to changing your mind.

Promise yourself you will work on tolerance for another’s viewpoint.

Promise yourself you will try.

Promise yourself you will get up after having fallen down.

Promise yourself that you will NOT judge yourself when you fall, when you fail.

Promise yourself you will give every inch of you to your dreams.

Promise yourself…

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep your promises. What have you promised you, beloveds? It’s important. I would have given up on me yesterday. But for my promise to me. Ah, God. Help us to keep our promises.

Don’t focus on the impossible. Focus on your try. Then leave the rest to The Universe. Be proud of your try. So many have given up long time ago!

In case no one has told you today: I love. So does He.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

If this piece encouraged you, share it with someone please/thanks.

Uprooted: No turning back now.

Snickers have been hollering for me.

Cherry pie has been calling me.

Chocolate cream pie has been cajoling me.

Cheetos have been beckoning me.

All have been chasing me, beseeching me, begging me to slide back into comfort eating and comfort.

I tell them no. I tell myself no way!

Life is uncomfortable. God is silent. I don’t know which way to turn. Egads!

That said, beloveds, there can be NO turning back for me. No way. No how.

Yes, I am questioning me. Yes, I am asking many an unanswered question to God, to Life, to The Universe.

All are silent.

All is still.

Waiting.

For me.

To move.

To stand.

To follow.

Where shall I move?

Forward.

What shall I stand on?

Faith.

Business.

With ten toes down!

Who shall I follow?

Him.

There is no turning back for me. I have to tell myself this EVERY day, beloveds. I’m not used to living among the uncomfortable and unknown.

All my life, I have been taught to fear the unknown. I have been taught to live my life afraid. I know folk were well-meaning. They just passed on the fear they were taught to live with.

This may seem ridiculous and backward, but I have been learning how to live without fear through some terrifyingly difficult and unknown days.

How? Because I am forced to use my faith muscles. Daily, I am forced to choose between fear or faith. Daily, I choose faith. Every now and again I hide because I am too tired and afraid to choose for the day.

On those days, like today, I promised to at least reach out and encourage folk to keep going. Doing this uplifts me. It gives me hope I will be able to tell fear to kick rocks, on the morrow.

Until then, I hide out. Until then, I hope someone is carrying my terrified heart around in their pocket.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged. Fear is nothing more than coward masquerading as truth…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Just because.

Just because it feels as though it’s never gonna happen…

Does NOT mean it’s never gonna happen.

Stop scaring yourself half to death with what if and how come maybe. Live, beloveds.

Just because it looks as if all is crumbling around you…

Does NOT mean the walls of your dreams are tumbling down. Dream, beloveds.

Just because it seems as if you are all alone…

Does NOT mean you are surrounded by nothing but gremlins and goblins. Walk confidently, beloveds.

Things are not always what they seem, feel or look like. Fear and doubt tend to alter our perceptions, which can alter our steps and actions. Which DOES and WILL alter our future.

Stand on FAITH, beloveds. Well I know how very loud fear and doubt can sound. Tell them to shut up already and keep it moving. We got thangs to do.

Believe in YOU.

I do.

God does.

The Universe does.

Those who love you do.

Why can’t/won’t you?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: These have been some frightening and wonderful steps. At 55, my heart says Yikes! I have never been more afraid of the unknown. I have never been more confident in Him. It’s a good thing. I have never been less confident in ME.

Ah, beloveds, I go. Afraid. Bold. Stupidly. Unapologetically. At least I go. Amirite?🤣🤗🍿

Keep going, beloveds. Embrace the suck, as they say. Embrace the unknown. Even the scary parts. Keep being YOU no matter what. YOU SHALL MAKE THE DIFFERENCE!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Uprooted: Family.

I love my family.

My family loves me.

I think.

The old me, anyway.

Sucks for me as I am no longer her. I’ve tried to br her. For them. Not me. I have moved on from her. From THAT me. THIS me is unsettled. This me is unsettling.

This me can no longer fake it til I make it. This me can no longer hide her fatigue. This me is feeling 55 years worth of tired/exhaustion I don’t know what to do with.

Hurry! That’s what I tell my exhausted heart. I need to find another job so I can pay the bills. The  worker bee in me has gone on strike. Crapola!

I no longer know HOW to do the pretend dance we have all been taught to dance. Everything is NOT alright. Mom is gone. My job is gone. Don’t even get me started on the weather event that tore up the yard.

I love my family.

I don’t know if my family will/can love THIS me. This me is terribly wounded right now. I’m trying to hurry and heal. I need to be able to do the dance we have all been taught to do.

Be encouraged. As you change, your family WILL love you. I think…lol. We shall be alright. It doesn’t have to be today…

hopeful sort of,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

If this piece encouraged you, share it with someone please/thanks.

I’ll find a way.

Fear: You can’t make it there.

Me: I’ll find a way.

Doubt: You won’t be accepted there.

Me: I’ll make the way.

Rejection: You will never be received.

Me: I’ll show the way.

Satan: You shall NEVER get there.

Me: He IS The Way. I’m with Him. Move outta my way!!

Sure wish I knew which way to go. That being said, I’ll find a way.

Will you?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short, beloveds. Make a way, find a way, find The Way and go with Him. Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Repeat after me: I’ll find a way.

Repeat after me:

I’ll find a way.

Nuff said. Now go find the damned way! Enough with dismissing you and your try. You ARE enough, beloveds.

Now, go be enough!

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: What are you still doing here? Get going. Go on ahead and dominate your day. We got thangs to do…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Here, I sit.

Here, I sit.

Alone.

Waiting.

For:

A friend?

An answer?

A reason?

I have not a clue. I just find myself here.

Here, I sit.

Waiting.

For what?

Does it matter?

We shall see.

waiting,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Something, deep inside, has been waiting. For something? For someone? I have no idea. Still, I wait. The day grows late. Is it my dreams, God? Is it You? What/who awaits me? Asking for a friend(me).

If it is on your heart to wait, then wait. Patiently. Imperfectly. Ah, beloveds, greatness is coming…wait…..wait….wait!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

What if I can’t? What if I could?

What if I can’t? What if I could?

What if I couldn’t. What if I would have?

What if…

What if I stopped asking and just DID?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Think I will find out what all this what if is all about…🤔

How about finding out with me? I dare you…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Stupid idea(s): I know what to do.

I was 📝 writing.

I was writing content.

I was contentedly writing.

My heart sighed.

The Universe smiled.

Suddenly, the world opened up: In my hands. Through my words. I could see. Finally.

Ah, God, finally, I understand.😁🤗

For years, beloveds, God has been cajoling me to write. Just write. What was on my heart. What was on my mind.

Write, He said. Write and encourage others. And, I would always argue:

Who would ever listen to me?

What could I ever say that would be of any interest or import?

What do I have to give?

What do I have worthy enough for others to value what I had to say?

Write, He said to me.

I don’t know how, I always said.

Secretly, I thought this was a stupid idea. Of course, beloveds, I couldn’t very well tell God His Plan for my life was stupid.

Truth be told, beloveds, God has often told folk to do really dumb/stupid things. Like walk around Jericho for days without saying a word. Then, when it was time, folk had to bum rush Jericho to throw hands and seize everything. Dummies.

He also told Sarah she would have a baby when Sarah was like 150 years old. Sarah laughed. I would have done the same.

He also told a young man to slay a humongous giant Philistine with a sling and a rock.

He also told Moses to roll up to Pharaoh and tell old boy to let God’s People go. Pharoah laughed until all those plagues made him to cry uncle.

I guess then, beloveds, you could forgive a sista for thinking God had told her to do a terribly silly thing.

Still, sillily, God said write. Stupidly, I continued to argue. For years.

Finally, I wrote. Arguing all along the way. Over the course of years, God encouraged me to make a blog, to write full-time:

I don’t have the time.

I’m too busy.

I’m too tired after work.

I don’t have money.

I don’t have support.

I don’t have a network.

I…

I…

I…

The tornado 🌪, it seems, have wiped away all of my excuses. I no longer care why, beloveds. I no longer worry about how. I no longer concern myself with who will or will not listen.

My why has to now. Why? I could have died in that tornado. I’m amazed I am still here. I look at destruction not yet touched and realize my dreams could have been snatched from the 🌎 as easily as two tornadoes turned this town on its literal head.

Tonight, as I wrote, I gave nary a thought to bills. As I wrote, all I felt was peace, joy, gratitude, and thanksgiving. All I wanted to do, beloveds, was to love on you. That’s it. Whether you loved me back was of no concern.

I know what to do, beloveds: Be…ME. Stupidly. Clumsily. Loudly. Quietly. Unapologetically.

My why was born simply to love folk and encourage them to do, to be, to know they are loved and not alone.

Keep doing your why. Even if it seems stupid. Even if it IS stupid to the world. So what? You’ve got thangs to do.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Quitting is NOT an option!

Repeat after me:

Quitting is NOT an option.

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Anyone can quit. There is too much in you to quit, beloveds. I don’t give two hoots what is going on in your life. This period is just a period. Periodt! This is NOT the end. Your story is not finished.

Get up. Get going. Keep it moving. Drag discouragement with you. Tell disappointment so what and keep on keeping on. We got thangs to do. Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!