First off, I just pray that the Holy Spirit would be speaking through me throughout this entire thing, and I pray He would have the glory He deserves. I think I say this because I don’t want to cause any more disturbances than there already are, with or without the coronavirus pandemic (again, I don’t make money off of this). But these two chapters are found in pages 23-25 of my NKJV Bible, pages 31-33 of my NASB Bible, pages 53-56 of my VOICE copy, and pages 51-54 of my Amplified Bible (Classic Edition) copy.
I guess I’m only writing this because I can’t talk to anyone right now since all my friends are sleeping, and I should’ve spoken with Sarah a few hours ago (it’s after midnight now), but as I was reading this section of this first book of the Bible and coupling that with the children’s Bible I have so I can read it to my niece and clear up my mind of any complicated fixes myself (I don’t know how anyone could be free of complications during this time), I’m thinking that the story of Joseph being sold into slavery into Egypt but then he eventually saves the entire world from starvation, yet after this the Israelites become super-enslaved as they multiply like rabbits and God rescues them but they give Him the middle finger with their many complaints (it’s an expression of the f-word, which I don’t think is good at all 😖😤😠 and they hate God like this) — it makes me really mad they would backbite God who loves them so much! And I think He’s saying, “I don’t blame you! God’s wrath was against everyone at least 20 years old from the first census in Numbers 1 (I just did my census with Jonathan about all three of us — me, him, and Dean, our other roommate), except Caleb and Joshua, but not even Moses and his siblings were able to enter the promise land, for Miriam died before they left (Numbers 20:1), and he and Aaron got bitter of spirit at Kadesh (Numbers 20:10-11, also Psalm 106:32-33), so God forbade them from entering Canaan, too!” (See Numbers 20:12.) Of course, Moses’ story wasn’t over, but was talking with Jesus at the mountain during His transfiguration (Matthew 17:3, Mark 9:4, Luke 9:30-31), and Elijah was with them. I can’t help but wonder if the same thing will happen about people leaving the coronavirus behind fairly shortly but too few remember Jesus getting us through it all, but I can’t draw any conclusions yet. Still, it goes to show you that Jesus’ death and resurrection doesn’t seem to be working, people are saying. At least, that’s what I imagine; I think I’ll know for sure when I ask what people are contemplating in their hearts about this. But I mainly want to talk to my believing friends who have gone to Awaken with me before. Yet as it is, I feel like humanity itself is getting our outlook on life, faith, even God, pretty differently. And I’m not sure I can face anyone who wants to insult Him because they believe God caused this and they more or less take delight in it. I never know who I’ll see at Fry’s, and I’m not looking forward to seeing almost nothing good happening when I clock in. I do believe people can repent of the panic buying, though. I’m not sure who will, however. I don’t know if I’ll even survive the shift at Fry’s after I clock in, since gun violence hasn’t decreased… I pray for God to get the glory because of me, though.
Also, I’m looking at Joseph and his skills in interpreting dreams, and I can only remember how much I suck at interpreting any of them. I’ve never been very good at it; I think offence is drawing people away from learning the good side of the supernatural, actually. I even find it tempting to believe that revival won’t happen because there’s not a lot of good happening anywhere, and that people won’t remember Jesus anymore. I at least want to be faithful to Jesus during this crazy time, though, for “without revelation people run wild, but one who listens to instruction will be happy” (Proverbs 29:18, HCSB). I guess I’m just doubtful if humanity even deserves a revelation this time… but they probably do, well, a whole lot of people do, I guess… I’m not expecting anything promising, though, and I want to see miracles instead of law enforcement cooperating with demons and criminalizing good things as if God had encouraged that. I don’t know if I’ll even be able to have this freedom to say this without retribution much longer. I don’t want to lose it! Yet these people have already taken several major parts of the world… I’m like, “God, just put me out of my misery if You plan to let them do this and not make anything glorious happen…” I feel like Moses in Numbers 11 in which he ranted about God being hard on him and wanting to see Him do good without making retribution happen later but he couldn’t hope for anything at that point. But I think God gave him a better outlook on life… but shortly after that, his siblings criticized him for marrying an African lady. I wonder how many children, if he had any, he had made with her… but I think Ethiopian women are lovely 😍😍😍💃🏿 I don’t want to even look at them or speak to them without their consent, though. I’d rather not do anything with them that God hasn’t told me to do, actually… but here’s looking at you, Saron! I hope she can read this one day; I’ve missed seeing my old college friends. (Saron has Ethiopian ancestry, and I love it!)
As dismal as I sound today, though, I want to remember the love of Jesus for all mankind most of all, especially in terms of loving my niece as Jesus loves Himself. I pray I can preach the Gospel to her, and that she would accept Jesus right now, lest anything more disturbing happen to my family because of the pandemic. The news is depressing; I don’t like seeing it, and I don’t want to watch any of it, like, ever — I know it says in the Scriptures, “A prudent man sees evil and hides himself, the naive proceed and pay the penalty” (Proverbs 27:12), but I don’t think paying attention to anything bad is going to be of any help, either. The Bible reproves this, too. It’s a strange paradox, actually… yet the news is mostly about the coronavirus, and I don’t want to pay any attention to that, but to Jesus instead. It is best to practice social distancing, though, and perhaps, if necessary, self-quarantine. But I only went out once Monday and Tuesday this week, and it was to get a small amount of food in both occasions, really. I’ve already got plenty at my house right now, but if there’s a lockdown in which leaving the house is illegal, I can’t work, so I won’t feel productive anymore, and I’ll be ruined! I pray this doesn’t happen… and keep in mind that this is in Arizona, so I pray that people are healed from the coronavirus here and elsewhere across the earth. But thank God South Korea didn’t go into the panic buying thing 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 (next thing I know, someone’s going to say, “SAY 👏🏼 IT 👏🏼 LOUDER 👏🏼 FOR 👏🏼 THE 👏🏼 PEOPLE 👏🏼 IN 👏🏼 THE 👏🏼 BACK!!!” — ok, that’s just my imagination, I think 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 oh, well 🤷🏼♂️ but I really hope people read this; I should send this to some friends like I have before with other posts in the past) — either way, I pray to find there’s no lockdown, like, ever. For there’s no faith-killer like martial law to ruin everyone’s hopes and dreams…
I also read Proverbs 17:27, so I’ll end this post here. You can read my previous posts about where to message me about if you want prayer for anything… ciao!
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