Angelo found his balance quickly, flying like he had always been born for it. But Angeline? She wobbled. She flipped. She trailed behind, struggling to catch up. That moment? That is all of us. There’s a place between obedience and confidence—where we know God is calling us higher, but we feel unstable rising into it. It’s the space between anointing and action, where the air is thinner and faith must be stronger.

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.

Chapter 9: "Green-Eyed Monsters" of Book II: S.O.L.A.D.™ is intense. Two allies—Angelo™ and Jeff: Ward of Law™—both chosen to defend the world, both deeply committed to the mission, end up nearly killing each other. Not because of betrayal, or demonic possession, or overt lies—but because of something quieter, sneakier, and far more familiar: Jealousy. Controlled by a green-eyed demoness, the emotions they thought they had mastered were used against them like weapons. Harsh w

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.

There are seasons when progress feels slow, delayed, or even frozen. You’ve prayed, fasted, worked, believed… yet life seems to be advancing in inches rather than miles. But then — suddenly — God breathes on your life. And what took others a decade takes you a year. What you lost over time, God restores in a moment. What should have broken you becomes the very thing that launches you.

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.