Beloveds,
Just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.
My heart is still. Quiet. Oddly, so. I don’t know if grief is waiting to pounce from it’s hiding place…* sigh *
Pain and this virus is keeping me company these last days.
How are you, doing? How’s your heart?
Please reach out for support. For, love. For, hugs…
Can a sista get some care today.
asking for myself,
Cassandra
Big bro,
I got it from here. Say hello to wombie for me. Hey, mom, dad, Earlene,… YIKES the list is really long.
I’m praying for all who need comfort for any reason. Be encouraged.
broken hearted 💔 but not broken,
Cassandra
These two images breaks my heart.
The WHATCHA DOIN image wombie and I sent each other as bat signals when wanting just to yak. Nothing wrong but needing to hear each other’s voice.
The second is image I plan to use for Cassies’ Corner a series I plan to start, in her honor, sharing twin stories folk may enjoy.
Hearing my big brother passed away yesterday afternoon has left me speechless.
Too shocked to be shocked
Whew.
Whew!
WHEW!
For all who are going through it, I gotcha and gotchu and God has us all. Will be spreading love today…* sigh *
Ah, God What on earth do we do with us now?
Asking for many friends.
Cassandra
Tuesday, September 15, 2026
MY VOICE DOES NOT HAVE TO SOUND LIKE BEFORE TO BELONG TO ME
Beloveds,
A changed voice is still a voice.
That sentence is simple.
Living it is not.
When the way you communicate changes, people can become impatient.
They can finish for you.
They can misunderstand you.
They can listen to the difficulty instead of listening to the person.
And sometimes you can do the same thing to yourself.
I am learning not to make fluency the admission price for being heard.
My speech can take longer.
My words can arrive differently.
My voice can tire.
And I am still speaking.
Psalm 19:14 says, “Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.” KJV
I believe God hears more than polish.
I believe He knows the meditation of my heart even when my mouth has to fight for the sentence.
If faith is not your language, hear this part clearly anyway:
You deserve enough time to communicate.
You deserve not to be disappeared because communication takes effort.
🔑 The key is not sounding like everybody else.
The key is being allowed to sound like yourself.
You matter to me.
And if somebody needs a little longer to say what they mean today, give them the dignity of the whole sentence.
Asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
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SMH
My big bro has passed away. Wow.
Wow…
Just…wow
Cassandra
Nuff said, beloveds…*sigh *…
Beloveds,
I DREAM…
STILL.
wondering why I am still here,
Cassandra.
Ah, God. What do I do with me now…*sigh*…
Never stop dreaming.
Beloveds,
Tough morning. This is my voice pre stroke.
I’M TIRED OF SAYING PRE OR POST STROKE.
Today, I wonder who cares about me or my supposed ministry. Yet, somewhere, someone may need a seat at the lunch table. I’ll be here til breath I take no more.
wishing I mattered to somebody,
Cassandra
P.S. This isn’t a pity party. Just awful alone today…
Be encouraged
Beloveds,
Be encouraged. You are loved and you are NOT alone.
loving me some you,
Cassandra
