Tag: love

Don’t trip. Hard ain’t nothing but a word.

Stop tripping, beloveds.

Stop tripping when life cuts up, trips the circuit breaker, and stops you from doing a stupid, being stupid, running with stupid, or life is appearing to be stupid.

Life is lifing. Simple as that.

Life is NOT trying to indict you. Life, at times, gets all up in your grill to indict your:

Lack of effort.

Lack of your keeping it 100 with you.

Lack of your being 100 with God.

Lack of keeping your act right acting right.

You allowing YOUR pride to keep you from healing a wound, restoring a relationship, acting in integrity.

You allowing YOUR anger to wreck a relationship, close a door meant to stay open, open a door you KNOW ought stay shut.

Beloveds, when God/Life/The Universe puts up a stop sigh/sign, it would behoove you to:

Stop.

Look.

Listen.

Drop and roll, if need be, to put out the fire. It doesn’t matter who started it. It doesn’t matter why it got started. It’s an emergency. Put out the fire!

You do NOT have time to lament what is burning down. You have ZERO time to be angry over the destruction. Put out the stupid fire! There will be time to assess, process and hopefully not regress.

I have learned, I am learning, I am relearning to make choices, to act, to DO, to stand and act on FAITH. Not fear. Not anger. Not unbelief.

Life is what we make. Life truly is NOT fair, more often than not. That’s okay. Let life do what life does. You keep on being and doing you.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is incredibly hard just now. Folks tell me to take things a day at a time. I find the minutes excruciating, just now. If someone can help me with that I’d appreciate it.

Be encouraged. I wish I had someone to tell that to me. I am doing my best to make something of these dark days. Morning sure is taking a long time to get here, God. Not sayin. Just sayin…..

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

The words you have been waiting to hear, your whole life, are waiting to be spoken. 🤔🤨

The words you have been waiting to hear, your whole life, are waiting to be spoken. 🤔🤨

What are those words!?

WHO is the author of words your heart has been longing for, you ask?

You tell me, beloveds. God/Life/The Universe has been asking for you to speak for years.

Fear, has kept you silent. Following trends, has made you too embarrassed, of your differentness, to speak.

Terror of being ignored/ridiculed/laughed at/rebuffed/rebuked/canceled has silenced you.

Speak, beloveds. Speak life over your life. Speak of your brilliant present. Prophesy your wondrous future.

Speak. The key, to my dreams, may be locked within your terrified heart. Ah, beloveds, speak.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

We choose every day.

Joy.

We choose every day.

Love.

We choose every day.

Gratitude.

We choose every day.

Hope.

We choose every day.

Anger.

We choose every day.

Desperation.

I choose that which grows my spirit and uplifts others.

What do YOU choose, beloveds? There ARE  no victims here. Life is what we make of it out of the many, many, many choices we choose to make, to ignore, to digress, to abdicate.

We choose or others will choose for us. If you allow that to happen, beloveds, don’t get mad at them for using you, devaluing you, dismissing you, discouraging you. You allowed it.🤷🏿‍♀️😁🤔

Be encouraged.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Choose love.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

The old me.

The old me.

Would have quit long time ‘go.

The old me.

Woulda told myself success not meant for my old/broke/black/woman self.

The old me.

Would have looked at the mountain, looked at my inadequacy, and high tailed it outta there. Secretly, so no one, but God, would see.

The old me.

Would have found a “good” reason to not bet on me.

The old me.

Would have continued to hide from life.

The old me.

Would have quit  long time ‘go.

The new me, the standing on BUSINESS me, the standing on FAITH me, the me that KNOWS she is loved by God, gently tells the old me to shut up, take two seats, get out her feels, keep on moving FORWARD, keep on looking UP, keep on trusting God, seize these moments, take joy/laughter/love, and rinse and repeat and I keep on being about being about it.

Don’t allow the old you, to keep the new you from a wonderful present AND future.

We got this. Let’s go!!

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: If you KNEW how hard today was, beloveds, you would understand that you really CAN do more than you give yourself credit for!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

2026: Your dreams are STILL in front of you.

Your dreams are STILL in front of you, beloveds.

I know. I know. 2025 kicked your whohaw.😁

I know. I know. It appeared you lost sooooooooooo much more than you won.😳

THAT  was last year. This is THIS year!

Do NOT bring THAT into THIS!

Last year has absolutely NOTHING to do with this year.

Do NOT bring 2025s headaches and worries into 2026!⏳

Your dreams are STILL within reach. They are STILL within you. You just gotsa keep digging those bad mamma jammas from underneath the surface!

Get to digging. You got dreams to fulfill. As do I.

Let’s go!!

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: 2026 is ours. Make it so!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Desperation: When nobody understands but me.

I’m desperate.

I’m tired.

I’m exhausted.

Grief has been hunting me down.

I don’t have TIME for no stinkin’ grief. Quite frankly, beloveds, grief does NOT give two F’s. I am exhausted enough to almost have said the entirety of the word. I’m trying not to be uncouth. Crapola and Apple Dumplings. Yes, those are a stupid combination, of words, but they are the cleanest I know and I am doing my utmost to NOT give in to:

Despair.

Despair.

Despair and more…

Despair.

I don’t dare waste time screaming, hollering, or raging against the dying of the flippin’ night.

Instead, beloveds, I am doing my best to be encouraging, thoughtful, understanding. I’m trying to be a good sis, a knowledgeable worker, a fabulous Christian, a tastefully grieving wombie(so as not to disappoint said dead other wombie), and all the other ‘good’ and ‘approved’ things society/life/folk apparently think a twin SHOULD be, at a time like this.

Dammit….oppps. My bad. My sad wants sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo desperately to behave badly.

I keep getting bothersome news that I have to find a way to turn into positive good. I find myself looking up, moving forward, when ALL I want to do, NEED to do, is to dive into bed and hide under a comforter of solitude.

I’m desperate. I’m tired. Still, nobody understands….but me.

I have been in search of words. ALL day. And, I mean ALL DAY!

I have to be completely honest. I reached out to everyone but God today. I don’t know if I am angry with him or not, but I didn’t reach out to him today. Normally. I would have prayed and asked for grace. I would have prayed and asked for comfort.

For some reason, I didn’t. For some reason, I couldn’t. I didn’t even put on my praise music. Thinking on this, I found myself turning on some praise. I found myself, turning to Him. I found myself, climbing onto His Lap. Ah, God, what on earth, do I DO with ME now?

asking for a friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I don’t know if this was a comfort to anyone. I’m not sure it’s comforting me….

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

God, I SEE now why You allowed failure to come along.

Dear God,

I owe You an apology. A big one. A huge one. A grateful one.

I’m sorry.

For doubting You.

For questioning You during Your Silence.

For doubting AND questioning ME because of Your Silence.

For, Your Silence sent failure my way. And, failure sat many a question outside my door.

God, I SEE now why You allowed failure to come along.

Why?

Ah, God. Let me tell You. Better yet, let me SHOW You.

To be continued,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: This letter has been a long time coming. Stay tuned, beloveds. You may find yourself within it’s page.🥰

I have much to say. I have much to share. Be patient with me. Be patient with YOU. I don’t know when or how this shall end. I don’t know how I shall end. Neither do you.

You are watching the birth, the rebrand of “The Storyteller”. Who is she? Ah. Aha! Great question! You shall be meeting her soon. I have missed her.

God woke me up to tell me a story. He woke me so I could tell you. I am going to tell it within a video. Look for it soon.

In the meantime, beloveds, think it not strange, as the bible says, when fiery trials come upon you. You SHALL come forth from them as gold. Your tests were NEVER about failure. Yet, ALL tests are about dealing with failure, with possible failure, with overcoming failure, with allowing failure to…

Ah, I am getting ahead of myself! I digress. Be encouraged. We got this. God has us all. In case no one has told you 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 made sure I made time for ME.

I was tired.

It was a looooooong day.

Still, I made sure to spend quality time via text/call/prayer to fam and friends and loved ones gone.

I determined NOT to use the holidays as reason to be sad because I am physically alone. I can love folk other ways. I can allow myself to be loved.

After loving on some them, I wanted to love on some me. I wanted to enjoy some YouTube shorts that are either uplifting or that make me laugh out loud, in the dark.

I looked at the clock. It was late. Not too late, I told myself. I gave myself half an hour to enjoy me some me.🤗

Be sure to get in your ME time, beloveds. It’s  important. You need to be sure to refresh and replenish.

It’s late. Bed is hollering for me. I got thangs to do.

Be encouraged. Be sure to get some thangs done, okay?

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: 😎

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Failure: For such a time as this.

Beloveds, please allow me to be completely candid with you.

Truth be told, I almost didn’t tell the WHOLE truth. God told me to share some things with you.

I told Him no. My twin had just died. Work was ridiculously hard. Christmas was coming and ALL those things had set off a tsunami, a tornado, and an earthquake in my heart.

Beloveds, I was tired. I AM tired. Yet, I have to find the strength, the fortitude to gry through this work week so I can have TIME to actually grieve for my twin. I don’t have time yet. I can NOT, I dare not, unleash the torrent of tears waiting for me.

Tears and me have a pact: Tears will hold off and allow me to get to Friday. I promise to do my best to get through Christmas Eve AND Christmas WITHOUT losing my mind. I promise to watch football with twin, now in heaven, and NOT spend the day angry with her for leaving.

I feel like such the failure. Feel like I failed sis. I KNOW I loved her best as I could…*sigh*. Crapola.

Anywho, God asked me to share with you that the pieces, talking about failure, was started BEFORE sis passed away.

A few were done. A few not. I won’t say which is which. I bet some shrewd folk may be able to tell…*sigh*.😳

I’m just trying to do as asked and finish up these pieces dealing with failure. Who knew that I would be the one in biggest need of them.

Ah.

Aha!

thinking that God sure did think He is/was slick,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Ah, beloveds. What do I DO with me now? I don’t know how to grieve THIS loss. If someone could show me, I would greatly appreciate it.

I am currently jamming on some praise music. My heart to content to grieve just now…hhmm?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Failure made me do it.

Failure made me do it:

Try harder.

Try again.

Try some more.

Nuff said.
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t be afraid to fail. Fail forward. Fail often. Rest, if you must. But keep going. Failure has much to say. Failure has much to teach you. Will you listen? Will you learn? Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!