God’s Goofhead: #HereForIt!

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#HereForIt.

Hahahahahaha!

Don’t ask me why, but I loooooove thinking of hash tags, in my head. I think it a scream how everything appears to be a hashtag of some sort for some apparently earth-shattering reason.

Hastag, this. Tag, that.

God KNOWS I am a goof. The past few days, He has been whispering really silly ones to me. How does He talk with me? Am only going to tell those who email me. The rest of yall can kick rocks and find out over the course of pieces.

Anywho, my fave, this week is HereForIt!

I am #HereForIt:

Love.

Joy.

Peace.

Hope.

Healing.

Freedom.

Growth.

Financial prosperity.

God.

Life.

Jesus.

The Universe.

You.

#HereForIt!

I love how God loves me. He just loves ME. Goof and all. Serious and all. Prosperous and all. Lacking and all. Loud and all. Quiet and all. Mary and all. Martha and all. Loving and all. Unkind and all. Thoughtful and all. Thoughtless and all.

God loves me.

Always.

🥰

How great is that?!

Don’t worry if you appear to be a goofball. We are all different. Be you. The world is all about that hate life. Today, it may love you, depending on what you have. Tomorrow, it may hate you for what you have. That is a they problem.

Keep going.

Even when you are not strong.

You don’t have to be.

As He is, so are we, the Bible says. What does that mean?

Ah.

Aha!

Keep asking.

Remember:

You are loved.

You are not alone.

Keep on being…YOU.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HowGreatIsThis?!

#HereForIt!

ttnette37@yahoo.com

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My dreams won’t let me sleep in.

I’m tired.

Exhausted really.

My dreams, have awakened, from deep within.

My dreams, have awakened, from deep within, me.

My dreams, have awakened, me.

From, my slumber.

From, my slumber, my dreams, called out, to me.

Wake up! God calls, for you!

Wake up! Life asks, for you!

Wake up! The Universe, needs you!

My dreams, pursue, relentlessly.

My dreams, pursue, ME, relentlessly.

My dreams, won’t let me sleep!

My dreams, won’t let me sleep in.

My dreams, won’t let me sleep in, today.

Relentless.

My dreams, are relentless!

I am tired.

Exhausted, really.

From, running away.

From, running away, from God’s, Belief, in ME!

From, running away, from Life’s, need, of ME!

From, running away, The Universe’s Call, for ME!

ME?!

How can They call, for ME, I tiredly, asked my dreams?

Leave me be!

Let me sleep walk, through my life, I entreated, my dreams.

Rise up, my dreams, shouted relentlessly, to me.

You have no time to sleep, my dreams, told me.

You have slept, much too long.

Wake up, beloved, and LIVE!

I’m tired.

Exhausted really.

Tired of, running away.

Tired of, running away, from my dreams.

Tired of, running away, from, my needs.

My dreams, have awakened.

My dreams, have awakened, me.

I have been:

Shaken.

Stirred.

Now, shakened, I pursue.

Now, stirred, I pursue, my dreams.

I am relentless.

I have no time to sleep in.

My dreams, won’t let me sleep in, today.

relentless,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HereForIt

Note: Wake up, beloveds! Time grows short. Your dreams have been calling for you for the whole of your life. Wake up, now. Get going. Go on, now. Move!

One step!

One step!

One step!

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Relentless: Get that.

I am not strong.

I am courageous.

I am relentless.

Get that, world?

I could care less, that you appear to care less, for me.

I am relentless.

Get that, Universe?

Give me, mine!

I am relentless.

Get that, satan?

I shall send you back to the hell from whence you came. you shall NOT be the death of me.

Ha!

Relentless.

Get that?!

Say that!!

YYYYYAAAAAAASSSSSS!!

I am not strong. I was never meant to be, was never called to be anything but…

Relentless.

I am.

Ah.

Aha!

in hot pursuit of my dreams,

Cassandra aka Relentless

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HereforIt

Note: You ain’t got time for notes. Get that?Get after it. Your dreams are waiting on you!

One step!

One step!

New habits: Get it!!

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It’s YOUR time, beloveds.

Get it!!

Tell the Universe to get your bounty, to you.

You have been faithful, best you could.

You have given, much.

You have asked, much to little, of the universe.

You believe you have to do this, that and the other thing, to receive.

Get to doing, then, your this, your that and your other things God and Life have been begging you to do forever and six months.

THEN, get to asking, no demanding, your universe booty, er, bounty.😆😳

I have been surprised how fast my body has taken to short walks. I am finding myself getting up earlier and earlier.

And, as I walk, I am being freed to FEEL. Will get back to that on some other ‘I am not strong’ pieces. Those pieces are a bit on the hard to write end of things. They are needed. Yet, it’s not easy to admit how I allowed myself to run my heart down so badly all I could think of was sleeping for an entire year.

When God finally blesses me with finances so I can take time off to write, I want to be awake!😆

In the meantime, I am back to enjoying my job. I am quite torn. My heart wants to just write and blog and make encouraging snippets. But, all kidding aside, I am really great at what I do and love sharing best practices to help others be the best they can be.

We can serve God and Life, anywhere. Yet, I have longed to serve Them making ridiculous content to encourage and love on folks on the daily.

I think I shall talk to the universe, about this, on our evening walk. Incline is now scared of me.🥰🤣

Keep, going.

Keep, asking.

Keep, listening.

here for it,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HereForIt

Note: Yikes, I almost forgot to give you this! My bad…

*Cassandra scrounges around, in her goodie bag and scoops out plenty of:

You got this.

I love you.

You are not alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

One step.

One step.

One step.

New habits: Leopard leggings.

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Leopard 🐆 leggings!

On me!!

Yall, Ms. C has got all kind of junk in her trunk, if ya know what I am sayin’. Just sayin’

Do you think I CARE, beloveds, about being about that walking life, encased in a pair of hip loving, leopard 🐆 leggings?!

No ma’am/sir!

I have NEVER owned a pair of leopard anything. I certainly would never have put all this loving up in there!…*gasp*.

I do so, now, because it is my way of telling expectations to hit the bricks, take two seats, go somewhere and take beach towels with!

Start a new habits. Before long, lazy will be bringing your shoes to you.

YYYYYYAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS!

You better ask somebody!!

Let’s go!!

Get on up.

Enough with hanging your head!

Live!!!

Life may be tough, right now.

So what?

We eat hard, for breakfast!

We snack on, adversity!

We make a 10 course meal, out of rocks and hard places!!!

Ready, beloveds?

Let’s go!!!!!

Cassandra 😎

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#IAmNotStrong

#BeAboutIt

I am not strong: At this spot.

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This photo, of me sitting on my baby, Cherry, is very precious to me.

It’s also bittersweet.

It’s the weekend I went home after several years to say goodbye, to one of my big bros, who had passed away.

It was soooooooo good, to be home.

It was sooooooo sad, the reason FOR going.

For his home-going, as black folk like to call funerals: Going home. I guess, this is supposed to be a comforting notion. It is, later. Not, initially.

Anywho, I love this picture as I was FINALLY able to get to my favorite spot. I love, love, love this spot.

Our family spent many a day, at this spot.

I talked, incessantly, to God, at this spot.

I kissed a gent, I loved dearly, at this spot.

I dreamed, many dreams, of which I chase, still, at this spot.

I cried, many a tear, at this spot.

I walked, many a mile, at this spot.

I laughed at/with mom/dad, at this spot.

I gave up, at this spot.

I began, again, at this spot.

I sang, many a song, at this spot.

I long to return, soon, to this spot.

Memories.

Ah.

Aha!

Isn’t it good, beloveds, to return, in our hearts, to a spot?

Life is short. Don’t forget to return to your spot, from time to time. Do not NOT return because of the reason, for the return to your spot…lol.

Growing up, is never easy. It’s easy to forget about the good spots. We tend to focus on the tough ones.

Take care of you, beloveds. I have to go. I want to go sit at my spot.

Remember alway:

You are loved.

You are not alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I love you. More than you know.

Love someone.

Start with you.

I am not strong: My heart is loud, today.

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I started a series, called ‘I am not strong’.

Truth be told, beloveds, the series started ME.

Within, me.

FROM, me.

From deep, within me.

It has me shaken, this statement, to my core:

I am not strong.

This statement, so bold, so quiet, so earth-shattering, brutally, life- changingly, more importantly, honest, has changed the way I look at everything.

Including, me.

Especially, me.

Which leads me, beloveds, to turn to you and say:

You are not strong.

You were NEVER meant to be.

God and Life, have ALWAYS desired for you to have helpmates, along your life-long journey. It’s why They watch your back EVER moment of EVERY day. Silently. Loudly. Proudly.

The Universe, has ALWAYS desired for you to have a posse, to ride or die, with you. It’s why it keeps you chasing your dreams. Frustrating you enough to keep you walking towards life and others. In hot pursuit. Of who/what? Ah. Aha! Keep asking.

Jesus, Your Bestie, has ALWAYS desired for you to have a Friend, to ride AND die, for you, to be with you your whole life-long. It’s why He gave His life, on a cross, for you.

Which brings me back, to me.

I am not strong.

Which leads me back, to YOU, beloveds.

You are not strong.

We are weak.

THEY are strong, for us.

Lean, upon them.

Lean, upon me.

May I, lean upon you?

I started this blog, years ago, to lead me to these pieces.

God helped me find and restore ME, within each piece. EVERY piece, leads me closer, still.

Closer to, what?

Closer to Whom?

Ah.

Aha!

Great question(s).

Keep, asking.

Keep, growing.

Keep, reaching:

For, love.

For, joy.

For, inspiration.

For, healing.

For, fellowship.

For, strength.

For, love.

For, Love.

For, God.

For, Life.

For, YOU!

The Universe, hears you.

The Universe, calls you.

The Universe, waits for you.

here,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

I am not strong: Walk with me.

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I started walking, recently.

I’ve also, recently, started uploading small snippets, of encouragement, on Instagram, to encourage folk.

Mind you, I have NO idea about tagging this, embedding that. Absolutely, NO clue how to upload, download, Thread, whatever the heck THAT is. I don’t even know how or where my small snippets of cheer ARE in the Instagram universe.

So what?

I’m trying, anyway.

Anywho, I have started walking for those who can’t walk for whatever reason.

Some have, lost hope.

Some have, lost faith.

Some are lost, period.

Some have, given up.

Some have, given out.

Some are, afraid.

Some are, angry.

Some are, discouraged.

Some are, alone.

Some are, grieving.

Some are, working.

Some are, going through.

Some have, gone through.

All are, soul tired.

I am also, soul tired. I am still sitting with ‘I am not strong’. She stares at me. Silent. Loud. There. I listen.

In the meantime, beloveds, walk with me. Walking, for someone else, shall strengthen you, also.

Ready?

Set?

Let’s go!

walking with/for you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

Note: Ehem, my inbox is still waiting, people. Get it together. 🤣🙏

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I’m ready now.

I’m ready.

Now.

I’m ready now.

Now.

Ready.

Set.

Go.

Go!

Now!

You are ready now.

*Cassandra takes a deep breath, takes a step and…*

Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I am in pursuit. Of? Who knows? Who cares? I know not. I think not. I no longer care about not knowing what. All I know is I no longer have to know. Ah.

YYYYYAAAAAAAASSSS!

Are YOU ready, beloveds? Ready or not, life keeps rolling along. Best get to living, loving and chasing it down.

Ready.

Set.

Go.

Go!

Now!

Ready, not ready, just go…

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Mountain mover: One pebble at a time.

I move mountains.

Every day.

One pebble at a time.

I used to think I had to move the whole thing. In one fell swoop.

Some can.

Some do.

I used to compare myself to the big earth movers.

Not anymore.

I am content.

Here.

Home.

Financially barely scraping by. The bills grow larger as my check grows smaller.

That matters not to me.

Not anymore.

I used to define myself by how long, how hard, how devotedly I worked for God, for Life, for others.

Not anymore.

Now, I KNOW my try is enough.

For, God.

For, Life.

For, me.

No, it’s apparently not enough for some.

The world wants to run me ragged.

Some folk want me to run myself ragged.

For, them.

Removing THEIR mountains.

For years, decades even, I tried my best to remove as many of folks mountains as I could.

In between that, I tried to remove a bit of my own. Yet, was sooooo exhausted from doing THEIR WORK I did not have the energy for my own.

Thankfully, God and Life cared enough about ME and gently pried the shovel from my weary hand.

They taught me how to rest. Then, taught me to just work on removing one pebble at a time.

I started with fear. One pebble. One step. One pebble. One step. One pebble. One step.

Until, I had cleared the path. Only to discover anxiety right behind. Boy, THAT anxiety mountain was a beast to clear.

Yet, clear I did. One pebble. One step. One pebble. One step. One pebble. One step.

Until, I had cleared a path. Only to discover doubt right behind.

Yet, I continue to clear…

One pebble.

One step.

Keep going, Cassandra. You can do this.

You CAN.

You WILL.

moving mountains one pebble at a time,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep being you, beloveds. Keep doing you. The best you can. That’s ALL that is required. Yea, that mountain may be huge but it CAN be moved. One pebble. One step…..

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Isn’t she lovely.

YAASSSS!!!

WHOOOOOOOHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

*Cassandra laughed uproariously as Jesus whisked her around her apartment. Making quite the pair, Cassandra and Jesus tramped around the apartment whooting and hollering*

Huh? How did I go from barely scraping through the day to cutting a rug with The Great King? It happened kinda sorta almost exactly like this….

The sound of a noise, joyful though painful as it was, could be heard making it’s way towards heaven. Straining to hear, Jesus had dropped everything to peer over the edge of heaven to hear what the world, or who rather, was getting His attention so???

God: It’s just Cassandra. She is singing ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ at the tops of her lungs.

Jesus: Why on earth for?

God:…*shrug*….she seemed especially pleased after climbing down off My Lap. It may well have been that last crayon coloring session she and I had. I told her the drawing of Me was especially cute.

Jesus: She sounds like she is having a blast. Think I may come on down and hang with her for a spell.

Opening the curtain of heaven, Jesus made His way to His Beloved. Knocking quietly, crown in Hand, He asked if He might enter.

Curtseying, Cassandra invited The Great King in to have a dance. It had been quite the day. So tough, in fact, Cassandra had NO idea how she made it. Yet, she had made it! Through prayer, tears, wailing text messages, wailing tales of woe via quickly snatched phone calls, prayer, reciting bible verses, telling herself these bible verses were not going to be enough Lord!, cold coffee, more cold coffee, even more cold coffee then that, cold grilled cheese, more prayer, spending time in The Father’s Lap coloring, more cold coffee, more please let this day go home already!, along with some lime jello(yummers!), Cassandra found herself content.

She made it!

YYYYYYYYASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS….spinning, arms flung to the heavens, Cassandra flung herself dramatically into His Arms. Spinning her round, Cassandra and Her Bestest Friend, cut a rug until the neighbors got to pounding on the walls.

Jesus: Oops.

Cassandra: Yea, opps.

Jesus: How about we take this dance team on the road?

Cassandra: Let’s go.

*Bowing deeply, The Great King gallantly extended His Elbow. Putting her hand in the crook of said elbow, Cassandra and One Such as He made their way to see what shenanigans they could get into. Cassandra suggested they pick up wombie and see what other trouble they could get into*

to be continued…

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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Have another cup: Peas and carrots.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=uxtdql1Crsc&feature=share

As a kid I absolutely hated, hated, HATED peas and carrots. Didn’t like them alone, let alone together. Eww! Yech!! Still don’t like them, truth be told. I made a vow, many a moon ago, when I grew up, I would never, ever, eva be forced to eat peas and carrots, again!

Little did I know, poor me, that life would, did, does pass us a nice helping of peas and carrot type situations that we are forced to eat or sit at the table until every one are gone. SMH.

Yikes! I can remember, as a kid, being told we can’t leave the table until we have eaten ALL our veggies. The power struggles that ensued! The fight was on. Pouting, child. Ticked off, adult. Both, with arms folded. Both, determined never to yield. The struggle took forever, seemed to last days and days. Other family members would have already given in, to defeat, choked down the peas and carrots and were off to play outside or do what free kids did.

Christmas, New Year’s Eve, the start of this year has been nothing but peas and carrots. Fresh hell! I am learning to go ahead and eat the damned things. Hard has been helping me. She talks me through each hard bite. She reminds me of how strong, resilient and grateful I will be once plate has been emptied of the dreaded, awful, ew tasting peas and carrots. Can’t be all chili.

Even my chili has tasted like peas and carrots since my girl passed away. I dearly want to not give two damns. Still care. Crap. Makes life soooooooooooooooo much harder actually having to live, through the hard, with Hard. Far easier, it seems, life would be if I could just mail it in. Life is much too short and no idea how many moments I have so can’t waste a moment mailing life in. Kick rocks on that!

I have been only able to swallow one cup, today. Still drinking. Still eating my peas and carrots.

How about you?

We got this. Whether it feels like it, looks like it or not. We got this.

eating my peas and carrots,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Joy Is a Choice. I Choose Joy. 💃🏽🕴️🕺🏽🙃🙂

Cassandra University: adult Black Cassandra with golden braids, little Black Cassandra, Robie, Hard, Ha!, and two golden dogs dancing; Mirror says You belong. Joy is welcome, and Reflection asks But what if I am not chosen?

Joy Is a Choice — Card 1

Joy Is a Choice: Cassandra University dancing with both Cassandras, Robie, Hard, Ha!, both dogs, Mirror and Reflection.

I Choose Joy — Card 2

I Choose Joy: both Cassandras, both golden dogs, Robie, Hard, Ha!, and the written battle between Mirror and Reflection.

Joy Scroll 📜

Joy Is a Choice. I Choose Joy. A large-print illustrated scroll about making room for joy without denying pain.

Beloveds,

Some days joy comes knocking.

Other days, joy doesn’t knock at all. It waits quietly, wondering whether there’s room for it in a heart already carrying so much.

But joy doesn’t require a perfect day.

Joy doesn’t demand that grief disappear, that problems be solved, or that every question receive an answer.

Sometimes joy is simply the decision to make room for one beautiful moment in the middle of an unfinished story.

And over at Cassandra University, one beautiful moment was about to get completely out of hand.

🎶🎶🎶

Cassandra heard the music.

Little Cassandra heard it too.

Before anybody could suggest a committee meeting, the little girl was already dancing, the puppy was bouncing, and the grown golden dog had begun wagging his tail like a conductor leading an orchestra.

Robie stepped forward, straightened his jacket, and attempted something he insisted was a dance move.

Ha! nearly fell over.

“SOMEBODY CHECK HIS KNEES!” 🤣

Hard folded her arms.

“Leave him alone. The man is trying.”

Then she examined Robie’s footwork.

“Although I would strongly recommend he stop trying THAT.”

Little Cassandra giggled.

Big Cassandra laughed.

And Robie, who apparently had never met a rhythm he couldn’t misunderstand, kept right on dancing.

But across the room, Reflection was staring into the mirror.

She wrote:

“What if nobody chooses me?”

Mirror answered:

“You belong before anybody chooses you.”

Reflection hesitated.

Then she wrote something else.

“But what if my heart is hurting?”

Mirror responded:

“Then your hurting heart deserves some joy, too.”

Reflection looked across the dance floor.

Hard was pretending she wasn’t enjoying herself.

Ha! was laughing so hard that her helmet had slipped sideways.

Little Cassandra had invented a dance that involved absolutely no recognizable steps.

The dogs had apparently formed their own dance committee.

And Robie?

Robie was still dancing.

Badly.

Joyfully.

Without waiting for permission.

Reflection slowly smiled.

Maybe joy didn’t have to wait until everything was better.

Maybe laughter wasn’t betrayal.

Maybe celebrating one moment didn’t mean forgetting another.

Maybe choosing joy didn’t mean pretending the hard things weren’t hard.

It simply meant the hard things weren’t entitled to everything.

Joy is not an obligation to be happy.

Some days, resting is enough. Some days, tears are necessary. Sometimes the most loving choice is to acknowledge that today hurts.

But when joy comes, we don’t have to send it away just because sorrow is already visiting.

There can be room for both.

And there can always be another chair.

Suddenly, Ha! shouted:

“ROOOOBIE! THAT’S YOUR THIRD LEFT FOOT!”

Hard shook her head.

“I’m going home.”

But she didn’t move.

Not one inch.

Because Hard had begun tapping her foot.

And everybody saw it.

🤣🤣🤣

Joy is a choice. I choose joy.

Not because everything is easy.

Not because every wound is healed.

Not because every person understands.

But because life contains more than what hurts.

There is love to give, grace to receive, laughter to share, and music still waiting to be danced to.

And today, we’re making room for joy.

💃🏽🕺🏽🕴️

Thoughts from Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Hard: EVERYTHING IS BACKWARDS TODAY.  But, I’m still here!😫✅️👕👖

Me: EVERYTHING IS BACKWARDS TODAY.  But, I’m still here!😫✅️👕👖

Hard: I’ll go get Ha! We’ll make you laugh and will rush ESPECIALLY to ABBA for you.🫂👍

Ha!: Yea, Cassandra. We gotcha and He’s Gotchu.👣

Mirror 🪞: Let’s have some fun and tease Reflection just a smidge. 🤣

Vote 🗳: Count me in. 😊

Idea 💡: Can I come?

Mirror 🪞: Let’s!

Vote: Very funny!…,* 😡 *

Today has been ESPECIALLY difficult. I had my first grief counseling session. Good grief!

I’m too exhausted to cry. I think I’ll take Vote 🗳 to the movies. 🍿🍿

Be encouraged, beloveds. That’s all I have the energy for. Take care…*sigh*

here kinda,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

The Woman Who Finally Put Herself First | Healing Music🪞👀Facing the woman in the mirror 😟🙁

Beloveds,

This Playlist has been ministering to me. For hours.

Real talk, beloveds, it pains me to admit to judging people with accents. Acceptable ones. Emphasis on ACCEPTABLE accents.

This subject actually makes and made me cry when God, when Mirror 🪞, when Grace 👑, when Jesus 🤴🏿, when The Holy Spirit pointed it out to me.

Years ago  I had been planning to start a YouTube channel to encourage folk.

I started looking up videos to teach me how to get started. For no clear reason I started a Playlist, excluding every video with anyone with an accent, regardless of race.

Worse, I saved videos from people from 🇦🇺 and Britain 🇬🇧.

Russia 🇷🇺?

Nope 🙅🏿

Mexico 🇲🇽?

Nope🙅🏿

Nigeria 🇳🇬?

Nope🙅🏿. And, hell to the naw!

🙅🏿🙅‍♀️

My bias 💜 💖 was 👒 hating and hollering!

This is wrong, Cassandra!😤👀🪞👑🤴🏿🇦🇺🇷🇺🇲🇽🇳🇬🙅🏿🙅‍♀️💜💖👒

Proper Decorum Cassandra, whispered to herself, and all the secret bias carriers, that we dare not give them:

An audience 👏.

An opportunity ✨️.

A chance😱.

Nope.🙅🏿🙅‍♀️

Why?

I honestly couldn’t even tell me, let alone you!

All I knew, all I saw, all I allowed myself to see, all I allowed myself to hear was DIFFERENT/ DIFFERENTLY asking for permission to just BE.

I didn’t listen. Not, initially. This may sound ridiculous, but what began changing my HEART ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗 💘 ❤️ 💙 💜 💖, beloveds, was watching 👀 my 🍳 cooking shows.

I love/loved watching folk cooking 🍳 from all over the world 🌎.

Slowly, 🐌, slowly, my heart loosened it’s grips on my judging heart and on my closed mind.

I put Cassandra, under the microscope 🔬, and looked hard into the mirror. 🪞

Mirror 🪞 had been distorted by the warped image from my reflection🪞

I started a race to give every ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗 💘 ❤️ a chance as people were, well, people.

People are only asking to be:

Seen.

Heard.

Cherished.

Honored.

Loved.

Mostly, folk, ALL OF US needs is Grace so we can look at Reflection and see Love, staring back at us. 🪞

What happened?

Nope 🙅🏿and other folk’s Nope 🙅‍♂️ took all Nopes, showing them where their two seats could sit!🪑🪑

Both Nopes took care of cleaning up all they had done/allowed from ignorance/supremacy/hatred/jealousy/anger/ apathy and every excuse we ALL use/ choose to dismiss, diminish, disappear one another.

🚽🪠🧻🚿🛁🧼🫧🪒🧴🪥🧽🧷🩻🩺🩼💊🩹⛓️‍💥🔗⛓️🔐🔑⛏️⚒️🛠🗡🔩🪃🔨🪓🏹🛡🪚🔧🪛🔩⚙️🗜🦯🪏🧪🧪🧫🧬🔬🔭📡🪝🧰🧲🪜⚙️🗜⚖️🪜🪜

Beloveds,  we are all we’ve got. Then, again, we are all we need.

I shared my bias, beloveds, to give cover,to make room for you to join Nopes🙅🏿🙅‍♂️so we can erase and eradicate what ails ALL OF US: HUMANITY.

mopping up along side you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:📝Don’t be afraid to face yourself, beloveds. 🪞

You gotta clean the mirror 🪞 so you can see 👀 out of the 🪟 windows!

Remember that God carries every  ESPECIALLY. 🫂👣

P.S. Share this and help me make an impact on some lives. Surely, you have helped God/Life/The Universe change my life. In case no one has told you today: I love you and so does He.

✨ Heavenly Worship R&B Vibes 🌙 | Peaceful Christian Soul Music for Praye…🥰💋💌💓

Beloveds,

I’m hurting 💔…

But, I’m here.

Still.

Always.

Cassandra

Be encouraged and comforted as I am from the peace in the words of these songs. Find peace. 🫂👣

I miss the me that I was.💔🪞🧠👀

Beloveds.

I miss the me that I was.

💔

🪞

🧠

👀

💃🏿

🚗

✍️🏿

🧸

🧩

🪡

🧶

🪢

🤔

🔑

🔗⛓️

🔐

⛏️

⛑️

🛠

🦺🥾

starting over…again,

Me

Cassandra…still…

Note:📜Promise you that you will continue to fight 💪🏿 for you!

Ella Mai – Lord, Heal the Parts of Me

Beloveds,

I’m 💔.

I’m getting off this ride to let myself miss my twin. I’m hoping to be able to celebrate her birthday.

Fixing to hide in Ruffles, 🍪 and football.

Ah, God, what do I do with me now.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

This song is me. Hear my heart. You may here yours as well.

I love you and wish my love was returned and felt. No matter. I’m still here. Be encouraged…

☀️ Sunday Morning with My Bestie and me — Progress Doesn’t Have to Look Perfect | October 25, 2026 · 9 AM

Cassandra smiling with coffee and two golden dogs beside an ocean sunrise; no depiction of Jesus.
Card 1: Cassandra shares a peaceful Sunday morning with two golden dogs, coffee and a sunrise; My Bestie and Me, progress does not have to look perfect.

Beloveds, good Sunday morning! ☀️💜

Beloveds, please forgive this morning’s late post! We had technical difficulties: I was arguing with my AI partner over the cards! 🤣💜

Come on in. My Bestie Jesus and me have pulled up our chairs, and we saved one for you. Of course, the two dogs seem to think ALL the chairs belong to them. 🐕🐶🤣

I brought a playlist this morning with a message we can carry through the day: progress doesn’t have to look perfect.

Oh, beloveds! Some days progress makes an entrance with music, dancing, and a whole celebration. Other days it arrives quietly, asking where we put the coffee. ☕️

Either way, I’m still here. Still learning. Still growing. And my Bestie is still Jesus. 💜

I can bring Him a joyful noise. I can bring Him a tired whisper. I can bring Him an honest question, a laugh, or a prayer I haven’t figured out how to finish. I don’t have to dress my progress up before I sit with Him.

Hard might show up with a clipboard. Fear might ask whether today’s effort counts. Doubt might request a recount. 🗳️🤣 But none of them gets to tell me that being loved depends on looking perfect.

Mirror 🪞, come closer. I want us to see people with grace, not with a ruler. And Dance 💃🏿? Well, Dance is already dancing because dancing is JOY. She doesn’t need an audience or an explanation!

Maybe today your progress is taking a step. Maybe it is resting. Maybe it is apologizing. Maybe it is choosing to try again. Maybe it is remembering to treat yourself with the same tenderness you freely offer everybody else.

When I say My Bestie, beloveds, I mean Jesus. He isn’t waiting for a polished version of me to be worthy of His love. I can come to Him as I am.

That is where I want us to begin today. We don’t have to compete for grace. We can walk together, encourage one another, and laugh along the way. There’s room at this table for you, too.

And we’re only beginning our Sunday conversation! At noon, Heart Check gives my voice room to be heard. At 6 PM, Soul Matters looks more deeply at the way the world hears Black women’s voices. Mind, heart, and soul. Three rooms. One home. 💜

🎶 Listen to the playlist: Your Progress Doesn’t Have to Look Perfect

Thoughts from Cassandra

Beloveds, we do not always recognize our own progress while we’re living it. I want us to make room for grace, for truth, and for the courage it takes simply to keep showing up. Talk to Jesus about where you really are. He already knows, and He cares.

💜 Today’s Love Challenge: Encourage one person without measuring their progress against yours. Say, “I see you trying, and it matters.” Then offer yourself that very same kindness.

💬 Come talk to me! What is one small bit of progress you want to celebrate today? Tell us in the comments, share this with someone who needs a little love, and subscribe so we can keep meeting at True North, Heart Check, and Soul Matters.

loving me some you, Cassandra 💜
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Card 2: Cassandra, her younger self and two golden dogs together at sunrise, celebrating grace and progress.

The storm/storms  came last night 🌙. ☁️⛅️⛈️🌦🌧🌨🌩🌫🌬☔️💧⚡️🌊

The storm/storms  came last night 🌙.

Even Hard felt 😞 sorry for me:

Post 📫:Nuttin.

Hard: I got Nuttin for you, Cassandra.

Me: Really?

Hard: It’s a good thing that God has got your ESPECIALLY! He asked me to look out for you. I promised I would and would bring Ha! along for comic relief.

Ha!: Hey! Who’s the comedian 🤔.

Me: K.

This was a truly rough day. I had every intention to comfort eat and cry all morning.

God, in His Infinite Wisdom, had other plans.

I had texted my bro,advising the storms had come.

I had been up all 🌙 night eating Ruffles Chips a Hoy 🍪 Cookies.

🚪Door: 📣

Me:😱🥹😭🤯🥰💃🏿

Big bro:🫂👣

Me: 😭

My big bro and niece came to see me and bring me  plenty of comfort food!

The Calvary(God) had sent reinforcement, knowing my heart could 💔 not do the day.

I wanted to be alone. God had other plans.

It was a perfect afternoon.

We ate. We teased. We loved.

They stayed long enough to share a meal and a whole lotta love.

Too bad I had taken an Ativan, for anxiety, and promptly fell asleep through the whole visit!🤣😂

I woke up as they were leaving. He left plenty of snacks…hehe

Now, it’s early evening and Evening wants to hang out.

I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.

The day started off tough Ha! and Hard hung with me until help arrived.

Joy DID come in the morning as the Bible said it would

I wonder what the evening shall hold.🤔

letting God take care of my ESPECIALLY,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

🎬🍿 Saturday Matinee! — October 24, 2026 — Noon

Saturday Matinee illustration, October 24, 2026 at noon, with adult and young Cassandra relaxing with a golden dog, movie screen, popcorn, purple blankets and snacks.

Beloveds,

It’s MOVIE TIME! 🎬🍿🥤🍕🌭

Pull up a chair, get comfortable, and bring your favorite snacks. It’s time for our regular Saturday Matinee!

Some days, it’s good to settle in, enjoy a movie, and simply spend a little time together. 🥰

🎬 Watch today’s Saturday Matinee here!

Enjoy the show, beloveds! 🍿💜

#YourLifeMattersToMe 💜

Lord, I’m Tired of Crying.

💔 Lord, I’m Tired of Crying.

😭🥺❤️‍🩹

🎶 “Listen here” (https://youtu.be/PQ4GDbjbe1s)

Sometimes the song and the tears say everything.

💜 #YourLifeMattersToMe

🌫🌩🌨🌧🌦⛈️⛅️🌬☔️💧⚡️🌊

The storm is here…