Psalm 18:23. This is the most challenging task for us flawed natural born sinners who are wired to miss our mark that sparks us in this world of deep dark. I’m including myself in this great challenge, because there are days I’m totally like, this is a joke. Seeing the choking fear provoking the evoke to choose flesh in those around me deeply discourages me. It feels like no one is confessing sin, and professing Jesus’ Great Name. It’s unpopular to choose our purpose.
What’s the point of this fight God? That’s where my broken heart is at. However, you have me up God meditating in my blueprint I haven’t wanted to chew on at all lately. I’m over all of this. You keep showing me dreams, and visions that are unpopular to my purpose. What my naked eyes sees is purpose being mocked and ignored by this wrong she season. And that son of yours voices in his flesh god choices. However, this biblical vessel in verse 23 is truth, and demonstrates great hope.
We live in times of a desperate need to believe in hope again. There’s too much disruption in this quest of popularity. Purpose is unpopular. My stance on this current worldly chaos: be careful where you keep your focus. You’ll one day wake up in a world of lustful locus, where there’s a rift in the shift of flesh god facades. Exactly what ms. 17 is exposing now in her she who findeth not he season that she follows in her hallow swallow reason with mr. mean, lean, and glean. There’s a deep selfishness to stick to lies: exude the rude in us chosen God. Please excuse the refuse in obeying Your Okay in today. Please forgive the sniff in pressing play on the yesterday sorrows of no tomorrow.
There’s loops and the hoops of many of your troops who are pressing play on dilute. Kool-Aid is not wine, but your broken chosen presses play on rewind to lay in the decay of unsatisifed laid. Too many in dismay, and the push is still miserable disobey. Especially this wrong she reason, and your specific son keeps pressing play in this expired season. Regardless how much he’s losing in what he’s choosing. This son of yours is still refusing. This son of yours is still alluding to the lying that he’s pressing play on his decay of dying. All because his patrol is never losing control. Congrats for pressing play on brat with that ugly backwards misfit hit it and quit it hat.
The world is currently darker than dark. The world is chaotic and robotic. There’s a psychotic in the missed mark of dark being ignored. When flesh god facades speak louder truth in aloof, then your chosen has the audacity to be pressing play on the decay speaking stagnancy by reeking in floored. They are pressing play in the disobey of rejecting, and neglecting your godly and biblical Proof. However, what this vessel did, and the choice was: to be unpopular in Psalm 18.
In current times, a brave vessel of yours was murdered in Asia the other night to send North Korea a message of fear!? That beautiful soul was bold enough to spread the word of Jesus, and was killed because of it. I cried myself to sleep after reading what happened. I’m sick of crying God. I’m sick of meditating and memorizing the Bible. I’m sick of beefing with you about that specific son of yours you keep showing me every other week. I’m sick of praying. I’m sick of rising above, and choosing love. It hurts. Seeing all in this flesh god fall, and believing what I’m receiving hurts. I’m tired of hurting. My tears are unpopular. Truth is unpopular. The Holy Spirit is unpopular. What happened to obedience and true love? Why is flesh god facades of radiating rust in fading lust the popular voice of decayed dismayed dust?
This dilution will never be a solution. But pale scales are the choice in the silent voice of your broken chosen. Like mr. mean, lean and glean featuring that very tired and wired ms. 17. And ms. 17 is staged in the wages of these current ages. The rapid growth in the smoke of this deadly flesh is being evoked to provoke the choking both these chosen are hiding. The decay is an oblivious dismay despite the signs that show: these two will never ever be aligned. This pretend it’s at its end, and it’s time to press send in God’s go to cancel this cancerous scandal, and pitfall show.
This mockery is just one of many on this planet, and clinging to be popular so press play in die and lie to neglect the ejected of the why. Why’s lead to purpose, because God walks us through the weeds that make us bleed in broken need. God paid the price in blood at the Cross of Calvary through Jesus. This is why adoption is our inheritance. Jesus came to undo what paralyzing fear did to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden: create sleepwalking sin and grieve the Holy Spirit. The Cross of Calvary was the victory in death, so that we may live and love. Self-made turmoil is not the purpose God has for us. However, the broken condition of this world, and its potent theme of break and take makes purpose unpopular.
The mockery of God’s Great Name is so heartbreaking. This mockery is so insulting. The godly task to actually rise above, and choose the love of the Holy Spirit, and His wisdom is barely happening in today’s time. That’s why there’s so much spiritually dead Christian’s walking around like kryptonite sniffing junkies, and with the Holy Spirit grieving on inside of all of them.
Nonbelievers will never understand with all this division in Christianity. There’s a desperate need of unity that’s deliberately being missed. It’s the biggest diss to God ever. Christians on fire for Christ are being mocked and murdered. No one wants to be made fun of or die, because we love Jesus. So there’s all this lying. There’s a great fear to serve God in full obedience.
That’s why there’s so much lukewarm oblivion talks with matching diluted walks that’s happening. Pretty much what this vessel went through in verse 23. Time changed but the circumstances remained the same. Humans want to press play in lame and ashamed. The most challenging task that Jesus died for is still not being executed today: our unified freedom. This disheartening truth hurts. There’s a discomforting feeling to push to be a Christian.
These days we are ostracized or we are told you are wrong. We are warned not to be spiritually weird. I’ve heard all of that, and then some personally. But the part that breaks my heart the most is Your chosen being lead to live a life You God never setup for them. Popularity became more powerful than Your Purpose. Words don’t personally break me anymore. I’m an athlete that’s acquired a high level of mental fortitude, because of my upbringing and God first and foremost. Broken people break and take, because that’s what blindness in flesh does. I psychologically, and spiritually understand this truth. The world is broken, and wants to break in toxic chaos.
Not everyone is where I’m at. My concern is what happens to those that aren’t where I am!? Prayer is what I cling to. Prayer doesn’t feel like it’s enough sometimes. Everything is getting worse. I can’t breathe in this wrench of flesh god facades. It’s like we must be a Jesus following Renegade, because those that say yes for real, reject the popular cheap lemonade floating around. I know I do. I’ll never pause when the Holy Spirit will always be my cause. This still feels impossible with all this blatant sin in disobedience, and all this cold blooded murdering happening. Thank God we serve a God who parts the Red Sea of impossible to I’m possible. God is the Great I Am. Lord I pray for a spirit of courage, and boldness to wash over all your chosen on this planet. Lord I bind the spirit of fear, and the scales this paralyzing distraction called flesh god facade, and what this weed produces in the blood of Jesus. Amen. Thank you God for being a consistent God. Thank you for pushing me to be unpopular. I love you so much Dad.
Love your daughter.