And Beyond

If we can take from the time of our universe to dwell in the peace of our True Home, it doesn’t take long to see that we must persevere in every little step of our journey on this earth to become who we must become to spread this peace to this fallen world before we are unchained from it, freed to dwell wholly and eternally in the warm, calm, glorious presence of God.


It was more than a week ago that I promised to blog once a week. But as the chaos of the first week of school has come to a close and my schedule and routine has been learned, it is apparent that Sundays will be the days I write from here on out.

This week has been a wild one. I have ten classes this semester, for a total of 17 credit hours. But, unlike last semester, I’ve made it my mission to get decent amounts of sleep instead of staying up until 4am for social purposes. Oh my soul, that makes a difference. It’s crazy to think that I’m in my second semester of college already. So much has changed in the past few months that I have yet to fully grasp. The greatest changes, though, have been in my views of the world. As I sit here in the library on this cool Sunday night, eyes exhausted from staring at notes on a staff for the past two hours, I am reminded of the journey that has brought me right up to this moment.

I remember playing my toy piano as a kid. I remember the joy it brought me. I remember my first piano lesson. The first recital. The first competition. I also remember the hymns my parents would sing with me before bed each night. I remember the books we would read. I remember the little poems I would write for my stuffed animals. Everything I am today started in those little things, those small moments. My music, my love for listening and learning, my knowledge of God; all were sparked by the tiniest little flames lit within me as a child.

I also remember all of the tedious hours of piano practice, phonics lessons, hours of studying for spelling bees, and years of elementary school drudgery. I remember my impatience well.

Why am I thinking about this? Honestly, I don’t know what sparked the original thought. But it reminds me that every journey begins with a tiny moment; a small step in one direction or another, yet in the present tense, those steps are so often undervalued.

It’s funny how age changes a person’s way of thinking. I’ve been told many times over the years that the little things in life make all the difference. It’s a pretty little saying, but it’s taken me until these past few months to realize what that really means.

It’s easy to look at life as fragmented; a scattering of vaguely or completely un-connected events, and I’ve done so for years. But I’m starting to see the connections between the scatters. There are webs in every single life on this planet connecting it to everything else since the dawn of creation, and that blows my mind. The world isn’t really as big and the past isn’t really as distant as we often believe.

What really set this thinking in motion was a term-paper I did in my honors Old Testament class last semester. The assignment was to research and explore five Old Testament themes and interpret them in relation to each other. It was a 15-page paper, there was a ton of reading involved, and it might have been the most challenging assignment I’ve ever been given. But it was eye-opening. When you read the Old Testament and research not just the text itself but its surrounding history, you see the repeated theme of God redeeming His relationship with man, though we have always been so undeserving.

Throughout the ages, God’s character and intent have remained entirely the same. When I think about that, I get this visual in my mind of the throne room of Heaven, and it is utterly still and there is so much peace; the kind of peace in which you could sit for hours and feel as if only seconds have passed. In this mental picture I see myself sitting in the stillness and the time of our world races on from the time of Adam and Eve to the time that the world ends, but removed from it, it’s as if no time has passed at all. I’m still working out the details in my head, but somehow or another I think that this idea represents God’s love, in a way. It’s continual and outside the bounds of time.

But this is the world we live in, and there is “time” to which our bodies are subject. So what does all of this theoretical stuff have to do with small steps in our earthly lives? There’s a correlation between the continuity of God’s character and every step we take in this life. There’s a reason we need to be patient and faithful in the small things. Time is illusory. Our souls dwell in that peace and stillness, but we allow our minds to yield to this matrix of sorts that we temporarily exist in. This is why we grow impatient. This is why we often neglect or denigrate the small steps.

If we can take from the time of our universe to dwell in the peace of our True Home, it doesn’t take long to see that we must persevere in every little step of our journey on this earth to become who we must become to spread this peace to this fallen world before we are unchained from it, freed to dwell wholly and eternally in the warm, calm, glorious presence of God.

I’m not really sure where to conclude this little talk, because there’s still a lot I have to think about with regards to it. But for now, I’ll leave you with this: take time to stop and be still in the Spirit. It’s not as easy as it sounds, but it will change you.

“But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” – Isaiah 40:31

Talk to you soon,
-Cassidy

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A Letter Home

Christ is my foundation, but you all are my walls and windows. And I don’t want to let you go if you don’t want to be let go.


Dear Home,

The ironic part about this letter is that as I am writing it, I’m sitting on my couch at “home.” This is where I was raised. I’m not sure it’s home anymore, in fact I’m not sure where my home is. I’m welcomed here, and I’m welcomed at school, and I’m welcomed in different cities almost every weekend during school, but I’m not sure what to call “home” these days. So disregarding “home” as a set place, for the purposes of this post, “home” refers to the friends and family I left behind when I went off to college. This letter is for all of you.

When I left for Liberty back in August, I didn’t expect to be missed. I mean, I hoped to be held fondly in memory, but I expected that as time went on my footprints would be covered by the settling dust of change. I’m still not convinced that this is false. But after returning home four months later for winter break I realized that dust doesn’t settle quite as quickly as I had expected.

Upon my return, you all greeted me so warmly, as if I had never left. One thing I heard repeatedly from you was along the lines of, “You must be having so much fun! I’ve been keeping up with you through facebook and instagram!” And I realized something: I never considered that any of you would really want to keep up with my life beyond what I do with music. Maybe you don’t, and I’m reading it all wrong. But if you do, then here’s what else I know: I want to take you all with me. I never wanted any of you to become a part of my past, I just assumed that would occur naturally when I left home.

I’ve realized that it doesn’t have to work that way.

I didn’t want to annoy the world of my past by clinging, but I now see that being miles away and no longer holding the same position in your lives does not resign me to separation. And so I apologize for not reaching out to you more. I want to remain connected with and further connect with each of you, because you have never ceased to show me love and support.

In this day and age, there’s no excuse for me to only allow you small glimpses of the good bits of my life in pictures and 140-characters-or-less. I can do better. I’m going to make use of this blog as I should have been all along to share my thoughts and my cares and my life with you. I also want to know what is going on in each of your lives and thoughts and how I can be praying for you, so please know that I’m always available to you via social media. I love you all so much. You helped to build me. Christ is my foundation, but you all are my walls and windows. And I don’t want to let you go if you don’t want to be let go.

Thank you, dear friends and family, for all of your continued love and support. You all mean the world to me!

Talk to you soon,
-Cassidy