A Different Beat, A Mercy Seat. Why the rhyme?
Because life with Christ is a poem I’m still learning to recite.
For a long time, my life was defined by the word Prodigal—one who squanders. I was an athlete chasing the world’s high, eventually finding myself lost in the darkness of clinical depression, opioid addiction, and suicidal ideation. I have been abused, rejected, and exposed. I’ve known the crushing weight of a past I couldn't fix.
Welcome, I'm Cass
But then came the Mercy Seat.
Mercy is the beautiful reality of not receiving the judgment we deserve. God took a girl who was "injured beyond repair" and made her a minister of the Gospel. I sit here today shocked by what He saved me from and humbled by the calling He gave me.
Because of that mercy, I now march to A Different Beat. My life doesn't look "normal."
I’m a single woman leading in a space often reserved for the married.
I’m a Kinesiologist who sews vintage quilted pants and designs sneakers.
I’m a writer who finds rhythm in spoken word and peace in deep study.
Every grace He has given me is a tool to show that being different is a gift when it's used for His glory.
This blog is a gathering place. It’s for the woman looking for truth in a chaotic world. It’s for the heart that wants to read again. I am a single woman, weak in my own strength, but burdened to disciple. I’m ignoring the fear and choosing to lead.
Won’t you join me?
A Mercy Seat
my resources/ my resources / my resources
01 "Hold on: 45-day devotional for the tender-hearted" sold on amazon
02 youtube channel: @cassjeanob
I believe we were never meant to walk this "different beat" alone. Do you have a prayer request, a testimony of mercy, or just a question about what discipleship looks like in the messy middle? Drop a line below. I’d love to hear your story.