He's Not Done...

He's not done with us yet....we have so much to accomplish, so much to do, see, experience, LIVE....so much love to give, to receive...joy in the mornings, the laughter that threatens to cut off all air, tears streaming down the face...the good kind, the healing kind...

"I've come a long way (c'mon)

I've seen how You work

There's so much goodness and grace, ha-ha

Much more than I deserve

'Cause I know who l am

And I can't stay where I'm at, oh

We've come this far by faith, oh, yes we have

And I just can't turn back

'Cause He's not done with me yet

He's not done with me yet,

There's so much more to the story (hey)

You're not done with me yet

You're not done with me yet (yes)

You're not done with me yet (no-no)

There's so much more to the story (c'mon)

You're not done with me yet (say)

You're not done with me yet (after this there will be glory)

There's so much more to the story (after this there will be glory), you're not done

You're not done with me yet

Who am I to deny what the Lord can do?" Elevation Music 'More Than Able.'

Who are we to deny what God can do...who are we to say there is no God....the Universe vast and unknown, our arrogance unbridled in believing we came from a big bang...that somehow we are alone in this uncharted Universe...we coalesced from nothing; atoms popping, neutrons scattering and reforming...all leading to a sudden appearance of humanity.

However we choose to believe, or who...life has infinite possibilities, infinite...of which we are a part of...one decision can change a life, one choice can redirect the path our feet tread upon.

We have only to choose dear treasures...we have only to determine in our hearts that we will not live this way, not be treated in just this way, not live with hate, derision, disgust...forever missing the monsters mark, constantly climbing that hill growing as we pull ourselves up, up.

You DO deserve freedom from fear...you DO deserve happiness, kindness, compassion....LOVE....the real kind...not the example set by a broken child living within an adult body, screaming their profanities and wants...that is NOT love, nor kindness, nor understanding and respect...no my friends, that is horror and strife, chaos and confusion...all mixed in a witches cauldron: brewing and bubbling 24/7, evil giggles erupting over your pain, your sorrow, your confusion.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."Psalm 23

"Yay though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear NO evil...." None...not his brand, nor his (or hers)...not that waste of skin in the corner hiding from sight...not that bruiser who loves to use his fists to make his point clear...not that asshole who cheats and then is sure to leave evidence...blurring the lines between premeditated and meditated.

We sift and push through the shit, the dross, the mud, the garbage, hoping for a diamond, a gem of some worth...ever seeking, ever searching for treasure, for goodness hidden within the evil machinations of the monster.

Oh the energy required to believe, to hope, to search and never find a strand of goodness, a lump of coal hiding a tiny diamond...dear dear lost ones, it is not there to find...they themselves have kicked any purity, any thought to others first out the door long, long ago as children...successively, consistently making the choice to hurt before hurt, to damage before damage, to punish punitively those who had no part in the pain, in the trauma, in the emotional unavailability of mother, or father.

You are the punching bag, the release of years and years of pent up rage, bottled up anger, spewing like mentos plopped into a bottle of coke....exploding without warning, geysering up as the Yellowstone Steamboat Geysers with regularity...

You are not, oh and please hear me today my friends, this is a hard truth...we.....we are not the love of their lives....they are. And will forever be....

There is no love beyond their own for pleasures, needs, wants, desires...and you are not a part of that perverse equation, thankfully. You are, instead, neglected, abandoned...ignored, untouched or perhaps touched too much and in the wrong way...we will leave that there, for when you know, you know.

Stand dear hearts, dear lost ones...stand for you, I promise you are worth every bit of it....deserving of love, of life abundantly, of kindness and understanding.

Walk now dear lost ones...find your way to that outstretched hand, waiting on your decision to go, to run, to be free from captivity. You are able to do all things....God has your back, your front, your everything....speak your truth with wisdom, with dignity, with grace....and find your way up and out dear friends, there is life awaiting you, a good life, an amazing life.