Tag: encouragement

On your darkest day.

On your darkest day…

Remember who controls the light switch.

You do.

On your darkness day…

Remember who promised to be there with you.

God did.

Never fear the darkness.

You are never alone.

On your darkness day…

Remember.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: These have been some pretty dark days. I have questioned my faith. My friendships have been put into question. The silence leaves me with nothing but more questions.

Is the sun will rise again. In the meantime I will keep shining my light. Someone needs to know they are not alone in their darkness.

The darkness is awfully scary right now. I’m glad it’s too dark for me to see my superman cape!🤣❤️‍🩹♥️🥰🙏

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Use what you have.

My new computer is acting old. In times past, I would have grown angry. I would’ve wasted time fussing and fuming at the stupid computer.

Now, I simply move on to something else. I have switched to my phone. I can do the same things.It will just take a little bit longer.

I’m learning how not to fight against it taking longer. Things take time. Important things take time. Some things will take a lifetime.

I really did think I was going to die in that tornado. I stood in the bathroom and cried. I wondered if my life had meant anything to anyone.

Every sinse the lights came back on, I have still wondered. I wonder even now. I want my life to matter. I want my voice to heal broken hearts.

I want my actions to show others they can do it. I want my life to uplift.

I want many things. Yet, I don’t want THINGS. I want healing. For me. For you. For all.

What I have to give just does not seem to be enough. I’m giving it  anyway. I’m using what I have. Me.

Use what you have, beloveds. You are enough. Your try is enough.

Be encouraged.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: There is nothing more aggravating than things not working when we need them to. Making lemonade out of lemons gets old.

I didn’t want to write today. It’s much too hot. It’s much too hot to want to do anything but hide and bed saying how hot it is.

I got out of bed. I wrote. I had my me time. Now I am giving you a bit of my me  time. I have been watching the Olympics and watching people win and lose.

We all win and lose in life. There is no shame in losing. We learn so many things when we lose. We learn how to congratulate the winner graciously. We learn how to accept defeat honorably. There is no shame in that.

I am learning how to accept my failures without feeling like a failure. I am not a failure. I just did not succeed at the last attempt. I will try again.

I will feel again. No matter. I will laugh and move on. Life is short.

Keep moving forward. Keep pressing on. Stand fast. Don’t ever allow yourself to give up on you. Many will give up on you. That’s okay. There others who will stand by your side. Wait for them. They are coming.

Take care of your heart. Your heart is precious. So are you. In case no one told you yet today: I love you. So does  He.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I got you, God said to me.

I’m afraid.

God: I got you.

I don’t think I can.

God: I got you.

I don’t know how.

God: I got you.

I’m afraid I will let You down.

God: I got you.

I’m afraid I will let me down.

God: I got you.

I feel so all alone.

God: I got you.

I will probably lose again.

God: I got you.

I may never get there.

God: I got you. Get it?

Me: I got You!😁🥰

loved no matter what,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Ah, God. Thanks for loving me no matter what. Thanks for ‘getting me’ and loving me anyway. 🤣❤️‍🩹❤️🥰

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

At the worst possible time.

My dreams have shown up.

At the worst possible time.

My doubts have shown up.

At the worst possible time.

My fears have shown up.

At the worst possible time.

My hopes have shown up.

At the worst possible time.

My desire to be loved have shown up.

At the worst possible time.

My ability to do really dumb things have shown up.

At the worst possible time.

My desire to give my ALL to ALL has shown up.

At the worst possible time.

Still, I am. Here. Now. Giving my ALL. Stupidly. Ridiculously. Unapologetically.

At the worst possible time.

being fully me at THE worst possible time,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have been fighting with ME all day. ALL DAY! My heart says to rejoice. Reality asks me how DUMB can I possibly be?! My spirit says to laugh. Doubts ask how FOOLISH can I possibly be?! My mind says to dream bigger than I have EVER dreamed. Fear says how RIDICULOUS can I possibly be?!

I have no idea, beloveds. But, I am fixin’ to find out….hahahahahahahahaha.

Be encouraged. Keep on keeping on. Asking for A Friend. Don’t forget how much you ARE loved. Sometimes, we just need to hear it. Mom’s birthday is coming up and I would give anything to HEAR her telling me everything is going to be alright. Everything IS going to be alright, beloveds. Until then, have faith. Laugh a little. Love a lot. Keep your heart open and God WILL fill it. Even the unbelievers. Especially the unbelievers. He loves them the most…hehe.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

YOU are mixed up in my why.

If you are reading this, I’m blaming YOU.

Yea, YOU, beloveds.

Why?

Because you are mixed up in my why.

Why?

Because you need to HEAR that you are loved and not alone.

Why?

Because God will NOT leave me alone and keeps reminding me to remind YOU everyday that you are loved and not alone.

Why?

The hell if I know. He has been pestering me about YOU for the whole of my life. Geeeeeez!

I used to wonder and ask why in the world I was fashioned this way. I have stopped asking. Does no good. I can’t help caring about YOU, beloveds.

Why?

Because, YOU are mixed up in my why.

Why?

You need to know YOU matter.

Yea, YOU.

Why?

Because, you have been fed the lie your life is but a small, unseen, unnecessary, unneded thing. Ha! Lies!

YOU are:

Loved more than you will EVER know. Be encouraged. You are not alone.

I am frustrated as there is so much I want to say but don’t know how to express what I feel. Except to keep repeating the same message: You ARE loved. You are NOT alone.

Take care of your heart. I am going to leave this here before I frustrate myself further with not knowing how to let you know how incredibly incredible you are.

loving folk but not know how to show them how much,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Ah, beloveds. I wish…*sigh*.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Stop laying down on your fear.

I was afraid.

WAS.

Not now. Why? I made myself get out of bed and FACE my fear(s).

I told the boogeyman, fear, we are going to get up, have coffee, and talk about all these lies it has been telling me.

I got up.

I told fear to go on ahead and take two seats.

Then, I got on about my day.

I made coffee.

I wrote.

I called my wombie.

I cried a bit.

I laughed a lot.

I allowed love in.

Now, beloveds, I could have chosen to stay in bed. Afraid. Terrified. Listening to the lies I would not recover from all the happenings which have happened upon me.

I could have chosen to blame a variety of things or folks.

I could have chosen to allow bitterness to secretly snatch my hopes, dreams and joy.

I could have chosen to dismiss my feelings and pretend I was NOT afraid.

I chose to be honest.

I WAS afraid.

I WAS dispirited.

I WAS lonely.

I WAS missing mom.

I WAS afraid I may have made a mistake.

I WAS missing mom.

I WAS missing the confident me.

I CHOSE to be honest.

With me.

With my wombie.

With God.

It helped. A lot. I was able to say the scary parts OUT LOUD. Sometimes, we just have to say the hard stuff out loud. So, we can deal with them. Or, not. It’s our choice.

Be encouraged. You CAN face the things needing to be faced. You CAN survive your happenings. You WILL experience peace. You WILL know joy. Until then, I got you. As does He.

here as best I can,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: For whomever was wondering if they matter…yea, I was talking to YOU. Be encouraged. You got this.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Be ruthless with your me time.

24 hours in the day.

Yikes!

I find 24 is not enough for all that I wish to do.

In the past, I would allow my ‘me time’ to be ruthlessly snatched by this, that and the other thing. I allowed folk to ruthlessly tap into my ‘me time’ and make it their time. I dared not be there for folk…*gasp*. How dare?!

The more I have learned how short life is, the more I am ruthless with my ‘me time’. I guard it now. Ruthlessly. Religiously. Vigorously. Relentlessy.

I have to. No one else will. Folk will blithely use all your ‘me time’ and dare not spare a drop of THEIR ‘me time’!…*gasp*. How dare I ask for a smidge of THEIR ‘me time’. SMH.

Guard your ‘me time’, beloveds. Cherish it. Spend it liberally. On YOU. You can’t give out what you don’t have.

It serves no purpose to empty yourself to the point where you are of no good to anyone or anything.

I find it terribly troubling to admit I would probably still be exhausting myself and overwhelming myself with too much work with too little ‘me time’ and rest.

But for a horrible tornado that turned all upside down, I would STILL be killing myself, slowly, with too much work, too much hidden worry, not enough faith in ME, nowhere near enough try in and for MY dreams.

Sadly, beloveds, I would have continued killing myself for a job I could no longer financially afford to stay at with the pay offered. I should have jumped off the ‘just barely enough’ train long time ago.

No matter. I forgive me. For being too damned afraid to bet on me. I am betting on me. Now. Right now. I may well lose. No matter. I try. I shall see what God and Life and The Universe shall say to me and my try.

Be ruthless with your me time, beloveds. No one else will. Most will care less about your being less because of having given all of your ‘me time’ to them. Guard your ‘me time’ jealously. Ruthlessly. Covetously.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have been enjoying my ‘me time’ tonight. I have already written my promised ten pieces. Am doing some ‘extra credit’ pieces. Just cuz. I am humming, badly, to some love songs and loving up on my heart.

I am daydreaming. I am dreaming about making stupidly weird and fantastical things happen in the coming days. They may never come to pass. No matter. I shall joy in the try. My try is enough. As am I.

Ah.

Aha!

Get out there and LIVE, beloveds. We only get this ONE go around. Make the most of it. Asking for A Friend. In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He. Jesus says ‘What’s up with that?”

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Enjoying me.

I’m learning how to enjoy me.

Who knew doing so would be sooooooooooooooooooooo hard?!

I don’t know how to:

Rest.

Not really. I’m like a shark: Ever moving. Thrashing about. Looking for sustenance. Somewhere. Somehow. Some kind of way.

I’m tired. Of circling. Of seeking and NOT finding.

God, in His Wisdom, saw fit to ask me to rest. For a while. For the sake of rest.

I have not been asked to save the world. I have not even been asked to try and save me. Just save some me time. To rest.

Ack.

There are moments when I find rest terribly draining. Rather, the seeking of the rest is the draining thing. One would think this would be easy. One would be wrong! At least for me.

The world tells us we are to be forever working and striving to build up a chest deep enough to sustain us for the rainy day.

What the world has NOT told us is what do we do on all the days until the ‘rainy days’ shows up. So we march on. And on. And on. And on. Until, we are broken, tired and wondering what in the holy fresh hell is all this and have we been wasting our time this entire time!!?

So I am back to trying to enjoy me.

What do I like?

What do I enjoy?

What do I want to do just for the sake of doing something I may like or enjoy?

55 keeps hollering for me to get back to the grind.

Reality keeps hollering for me to get back to the grind.

Fear keeps demanding I get back to the grind.

Doubt keeps reminding me what COULD happen if I don’t get back to the grind.

My heart says it is tired and ground up.

My empty bank account says hurry and get back to the grind.

God says to get off the grind and enjoy me.

My spirit says if I want to choose grind, make it be coffee grounds and grind my workaholic self to a standstill….hahahahahahahahahahaha! COFFEE GROUNDS!…*Cassandra thinks she is a hoot*.

I’m scared, beloveds. What if I run out of time to enjoy the time that I have? What if I choose wrong? What if I take too much time off? What if I choose the wrong steps? What if I go the wrong way? What do I do if I don’t…

Okay. Okay! I’m going!

*Cassandra gets off the grind and goes in search of some ‘enjoy’*….*Cassandra scrounges through the enjoyment bag and finds…*….hhmm.

Take care, beloveds. Enjoy your life. Just a bit.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have been enjoying The Olympics. Simone Biles is HER! If you don’t know what that means you are NOT a sports fan…lol.

If you find yourself on an endless grind of trying to fill your bank account, take some time to take some stock to see if this is fulfilling you. Are you happy? Are you going to continue on this path forever? When are you going to choose YOU and get off the chasing things grind?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Move: In any direction.

It’s time to move, beloveds.

In any direction.

Time to stop taking stock.

Time to move.

In ANY direction.

If the step is a wrong one, Life shall redirect you.

If the step is the right one, The Universe shall cheer you forward.

If the step be an awkward one, God shall laugh with you and move forward WITH you.

Move, beloveds.

In any direction.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is waiting for you, beloveds. You do NOT have to wait for disaster to strike before you take a leap of faith. I have taken many. Just not in the one truly needed to change my financial future. I have been allowing ‘just enough’ to keep me from seeking the amazing.

This stupid tornado forced me to make the decision to continue to burn myself out, whilst earning nowhere near enough. Or, to choose me and bet on my try and God’s Ability to help me make an amazing successful future for ME. Whilst encouraging others.

Months before the tornado happened, God began asking me some tough questions. I started writing many pieces, on these tough questions. They are still waiting for me to finish. I have been stalking them, slowly. Sneakingly. Worryingly. Pensively. Wonderingly.

Why? Because many of the answers, I fear, are answers I am going to fear hearing. After hearing, you see, action may be needed. I won’t have excuses, once questions have been answered. Now I can say “I didn’t know”.

I am ready to start answering His Questions. You shall be witness to my foolishness. Or growth. Or tantrums. Or all of the above.

In the meantime, move. In any direction. Take fear with you if you must. Just go. Life is waiting for you. The Universe is waiting to help you. There are oodles of folk out there who have been waiting all their lives to meet and love you. Get going now. What you still doing here? Since you are, let’s have a cup of coffee.

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

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

What are you counting?

What are you counting?

Days?

Minutes?

Money?

Possessions?

Memories?

Moments?

Monuments?

Trophies?

Slights?

Friends?

Enemies?

What are you counting on?

What are you counting down?

The bible says where a man’s treasure is THERE his heart will be also. In plain language:

What do you value most?

What do you cherish most?

What are you chasing most?

Life is short.

If your answers are pointing towards things that are not or will not edify you or others, you may wish to recalculate and recalibrate. Life is short.

What are you counting?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I’m doing my best to count those things that will serve as many as I can in the time I have left. I’m doing my best to count those things which will help me to rest and to grow. How ’bout you?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!