Heartbreak is NOT my Home.

"Fear is not my future

You are (You are)

Sickness is not my story

You are (You are), You are (You are)

Heartbreak's not my home

You are (You are), You are (You are)

Death is not the end

You are, You are (oh)

Fear is not my future

So hello, peace

hello, joy

Hello, love

Hello, strength

hello, hope, It's a new horizon (the sun is coming up)

Hello, peace

hello, joy

Hello, love

Hello, strength

hello, hope, It's a new horizon (Fear is not my future)"

Elevation Music - Chandler Moore

Heartbreak is not our home...peace is...it is not the end as we know it, it is the beginning to new, to more, to a life possible, probable, permissible...

Let the light in...let storm clouds part and the light of love in...

This morning I woke with a new song...clouds had parted through a nights sleep free of nightmares, free of restlessness and heartache...

Hello peace...hello strength...hello love...hello joy...

There IS a future for lost ones, survivors, grievers, broken all...

We go through the motions, do we not my friends?

We get up, get ready for work, or get children off to school...we smile, chat, laugh...all while the mind moves at lightning speed; cataloging, dissecting, processing.

Then starting all over again, and again, and again.

Picking up pieces shattered upon the ground, gathering in arms bleeding and broken...

Putting some down to fit in place later, some put upon a shelf for much later.

Wandering in a land completely within the mind and heart...a wasteland of drought and blight, small beams of light illuminating the overwhelming truth of damages done by cruel, heartless intention.

Until one day, arms full to bursting with broken parts, we let it all fall as a new wind blows...

We wake one day to spring storms coming in to gently lift and sift those pieces laying on shattered ground, with love raining down to bring new life...

Until one day, heart bursting with grief, we lift arms of sorrow to new light, new life...we lift arms to a God who has always known, who patiently waits for our surrender so He can fit ALL those parts and pieces into something new, better, more.

This morning fingers fly as this new life, newest of hopes and dreams, rises to the surface.

Joy DOES come in the morning...

Oh, the winds of life still blow...the storms of life will come, oh yes.

But you see, dear treasures, when we have more, when we have peace, love, faith, and hope cemented within, when the phoenix rises from the ashes, a brand new creature...we are born once more:

"Associated with the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by rising from the ashes of its predecessor. Some legends say it dies in a show of flames and combustion, while others that it simply dies and decomposes before being born again."

We are born again...the old left behind in a shower of flames and combustion, burning up what was left...we have transformed from that old broken down creature to something new, something exciting and full of promise.

Life waits dear hearts...it waits for you and me...

God waits patiently my friends...He stands with you always, loves you always....

"If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there."

Psalm 139:8

No matter how far gone down the rabbit hole, no matter how deep within that pit we fall, He is there, in the midst, standing with us, falling with us, weeping with us.

Fear is not your future...

Death is not your end...

Sickness is not your story...

Heartbreak is not your home.

He will find you exactly where you are...you need only open heart and mind and spirit...He waits to comfort, to hold close, to make a way free from captivity.

God loves you...created and fashioned with love before you came into this world...known, seen, heard, LOVED. Always.