I shall pursue You, Your Love, all the days of my life.
Love, oh, Love, restore my voice, my vision. Rejoin my right side, that I may love again, as one.
Healed.
Thrilled.
Restored.
Free.
Free to love.
Free to be loved.
Love, I’m looking for You, everywhere.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I’m looking for you, beloveds. Receive my love. It’s all I have. Take my priceless love. Mix it with your own. Help me to love hate away.
Ah, God. Restore. Deliver. Set free. Release the bound. Heal the sick. Rain down on us. Give us the peace that surpasses all understanding. Be with us. Love, we are looking for You. We are here. We are asking. Asking for many friends. Amen and Amen.
Be encouraged, beloveds. Have an amazing rest of your life.
Note: Keep going. Keep writing YOUR story. This is not the end. You have enough begin agains! Begin! Again. As many times as it takes. Go for it. I go with you. So, does He
Write a new song, beloveds. Yea, I know, life came and slapped your song. Heartache robbed you of your voice. Despair stole your sweet song.
Anger, snatcher joy, from your lips. Unbelief, stole your peace Apathy, destroyed your desire to move forward, to keep on keeping on.
Ah, beloveds, I come sharing good news:
God sees you. God loves you. God CARES DEEPLY about you
E EVERYTHING that concerns you concerns He who loves you.
Ah, beloveds, I have NO idea how much longer I have to be able to encourage and love you. I spent yesterday in the Emergency Room waiting to hear if I had had a second stroke.
I must admit, I wondered if a second stroke would end me or rob from me, the ability to speak, to move, even take the ability to breathe on my own.
Beloveds, as I lay there, I had no fear of death. Truthfully, I didn’t have ONE fear of what could happen, of what could go wrong.
I said, outloud, over and over that I COULD/WOULD do all things through He who loves me. Yes I was content with whatever would come.
I thanked God for walking WITH me.
As I am on blood thinners, I am susceptible for other strokes. When the nurse removed the IV, I bled as if someone had slashed me. Blood went every which way. Ewww!
Beloveds, I’m not afraid to die I’m terrified of not taking advantage of EVERY second I have been given.
Beloveds, how could I have known that I would lose the ability to smile. All I can do now is to muster a shaky, crooked something or other.
How come no one ever told me that my mouth would snatch from me the ability to sing badly and lustily. All I can do now is conjure up a shaky, crooked sounding squeal.
Ah, beloveds, I don’t begrudge you your ability to do these things. I’m just hoping to encourage/exhort/admonish you to do things while you still can.
Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m so very thankful to be alive. Yea, tho I take exceptionally hard with me EVERYWHERE I go, I go with a song, on my tongue, from my crooked lips straight to God’s Ears!