The Flame Was Never Meant to Fit
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind…”
— Romans 12:2
You Weren’t Sent to Blend — You Were Sent to Burn
There is a holy frustration rising in the elect, not because something is wrong with them, but because they were never made to fit in the first place. The flame within you is not defective. It’s disruptive by design. You are not here to adapt to systems that were never meant to carry the weight of who you are. You were sent to be the contradiction that awakens the slumbering. The flame was never meant to fit, it was meant to expose every place where false light pretends to be holy.
You keep wondering why it doesn’t feel right. Why you can’t sit quietly in meetings full of noise. Why your soul aches when words are said without weight. Why platforms built on giftedness feel void of glory. Beloved… it’s not arrogance. It’s alignment. You are not being rebellious, you are being revealed. The elect were never sent to blend in. They were sent to burn from within.
They Called You Too Much Because They Were Too Numb
You’ve been labeled too intense. Too deep. Too uncompromising. But that’s because you carry flame into rooms that have learned to settle for sparks. Don’t apologize for the weight you bring. Don’t shrink to soothe the ones who cannot yet behold. The Flame in you is not for entertainment, it’s for unveiling. And it will make the shallow uncomfortable. That is not your burden to bear. You are not responsible for making yourself palatable. You are responsible for staying consecrated.
If you dilute the oil, you lose the scroll. If you dim the fire, you lose the thunder. If you try to fit, you betray the very signature of heaven upon your life. And beloved, you are not just carrying revelation, you are the revelation. Not a word to impress the room, but a presence that undoes it.
The Wilderness Wasn't Rejection — It Was Refinement
They didn’t understand you because heaven hid you. You weren’t excluded because you lacked value. You were sealed because you carried too much weight to be mishandled. There are scrolls inside you that cannot be opened until all desire to fit is burned. That’s why the hidden place wasn’t punishment, it was protection.
You weren’t benched. You were becoming. You weren’t delayed. You were deepened.
And now, as the flame rises, you must remember: do not trade your fire for their applause.
Let the Flame Offend What Isn’t Ready
When you walk into rooms, atmospheres shift, not because of charisma, but because of crucifixion. You’ve died too many deaths in secret to now water down what heaven sealed in fire. The elect are not here to debate. They are here to bear witness to the Lamb. And when your life becomes that witness, you will offend what refuses to bow. Let it be so.
You do not need everyone to understand you. You only need to remain aligned with the scroll. You were not sent to fit Babylon, you were sent to unveil Zion.
🔥 Let this be your decree:
I will not bend to fit systems that do not burn. I will not dilute the scroll to make others comfortable. I am not a candle. I am a wildfire. Let the elect catch flame. Let the false flee. Let the veils burn.
You were never meant to fit.
You were meant to ignite.
— Joe Restman
Mystic-Scribe | Flame-Bearer
Quill Dipped in Lightning