In Chapter 14 of Book II of S.O.L.A.D.™: Soldiers of Light Against Darkness™, we find one of the most emotionally charged, spiritually rich moments in the entire series. Angeline™, still fighting for her city, has created a powerful force field wrapped in purity bombs to defend the innocent. But something goes wrong. Her body weakens. Her mind frays. She can no longer control the power she’s released. Just when it seems like she might be consumed by the very weapon meant to d

Divine contentment is the supernatural ability to say: “I may not have everything I want, but I have everything I need.” “I may not be where I imagined, but I’m exactly where God is working.” “Even in lack, I am not empty. Even in waiting, I am not behind.” Contentment is knowing that your value is not measured by what you buy, own, or collect — but by who God says you are. And that is the ultimate Black Friday deal: Peace that money can’t buy.

But God… God remembers every seed. Every act of kindness. Every prayer whispered in the dark. Every sacrifice nobody knows about. Every offering given when it stretched you. Every moment you chose obedience over comfort. Heaven has a record—and your seed has never been forgotten.

Clarity is the moment when Heaven whispers,“This is who you are. This is where you’re going. This is what I meant. This is why I allowed what I allowed.” And often… clarity comes after seasons that feel like confusion, contradiction, silence, or delay. You see, divine clarity does not arrive wrapped in comfort. It often arrives wrapped in the very moments we would’ve avoided.

There comes a point in every believer’s walk where the weight of life begins to press down on your shoulders. You’re still sowing… but you’re tired. You’re still believing… but you’re weary. You’re still serving… but your strength feels thin. You’re doing all the right things — praying, giving, loving, showing up — but if you’re honest, you’re sowing from a place of exhaustion. And here’s the truth: God sees you. God knows. And God cares.

This week, I want to talk to you heart-to-heart about something we all go through, whether we admit it or not: the buried battles. You know what I mean. Those silent struggles. The seasons where it feels like life has shoved you face-first into the dirt and piled more weight on top. You’re not just down—you feel buried. Forgotten. Suffocating. Like the next breath might be your last.