That is one of the hardest realities to witness in another human being—the moment someone no longer believes freedom, healing, peace, or deliverance is possible for them. You can see it in their eyes. You can hear it in their words. They stop expecting anything good to happen. They stop praying with expectation. They stop fighting for themselves. In some cases, they stop believing God even sees them anymore. And that is where the power of your faith becomes important.

Stan Lee has repeatedly cited classic monster duality as core inspiration—especially Frankenstein and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde—for the concept of a man wrestling with an uncontrollable other self. Jack Kirby also leaned into the “Frankenstein in all of us” idea when describing why the Hulk worked as a character people could relate to. That’s the genius of the Hulk: He’s not just a superhero. He’s a myth. A warning. A mirror.

Some losses came through bad decisions. Some through betrayal. Some through obedience.Some through circumstances beyond your control. Some through simply surviving life. And if we’re honest, one of the heaviest questions we ask God is this: “Can I ever get back what I lost?” The answer of Heaven is not vague. It is not hesitant. It is not conditional. The answer is yes.

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

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.