*Just a heads up: I used an unconventional metaphor sparked by a previous convo w/ a friend recently and I felt it applied here.
Whoever is pregnant with evil conceives trouble and gives birth to disillusionment. Psalms 7:14
Fun, is fun. You know what I mean? It's a stimulant or drug that's a difficult addiction to beat when it prevents other responsibilities from being properly handled.
Like how the weekend hits and some jump right into anything that helps them numb the week they just went through. Yet, sadly they get done with that fun and return to the next unfulfilling and lifeless week chasing that feeling everyday.
I get it. We're drawn to the things that spark our attention. The easy things.
Scores desire to cash big checks, but far too few want to write them. Unwilling to cover the payroll that secures the people who get things done. Dreading the grind or the delayed gratification attached to investing in something, someone and/or ourselves.
Nope. The precious purpose within is tricked off on extended temporary pursuits. Leaving a dead and decaying calling meant to celebrate the Kingdom.
Seen it and been there. It's impossible to conceive or produce anything when time and talent is masterbated away. When a purpose is played with, there's no life conceived or birthed out of that. Whether spiritual or physical.
So it shouldn't be a surprise when things lead to disillusionment. Dead businesses, dead relationships, dead ministry ties or dead communities.
Each one of us is laced with a purpose meant to birth life to a situation, but it requires commitment to incubation.
Past fun, but constantly operating in divine purpose.