There are moments when everything you’ve built, prayed for, and fought to protect has been torched to the ground.
Welcome to Ziklag.
David returned to ashes. Smoke still curled from the ruins. Families gone. Trust shattered. The very people he led turned on him with stones in their hands. It wasn’t just defeat—it was devastation.
I know that feeling all too well. We've all had our Ziklag moments.
Right now, I’m standing in the center of my own Ziklag.
Hell has raided the camp of my life. My dreams, peace, and clarity are all under siege. As an author, my words feel like whispers in a whirlwind. As a man, I’ve faced setbacks that clawed at my identity as a creative, griefs that wrung out every tear I had, battles that left scars deeper than I show.
But here's what the enemy forgot—
This is not where I die.
Like David, I’ve wept until I have no strength to cry. But when the fire took everything, it could not take the one weapon Hell cannot extinguish: the Word of God, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times, a source of strength that I cling to.
David didn't curl up and surrender. He encouraged himself in the Lord.
He sought God—not out of empty ritual, but with fire in his chest and a sword in his soul.
He asked, “Shall I pursue?”
And God thundered back:
“Pursue. You will overtake them. You will recover ALL.”
That is my word.
That is my fire.
This season may look like a war zone. But I’m not running. I’m not quitting. I’m not folding. I'm standing my ground and fighting back.
I have laid every manuscript, every failure, every hope, every battle-worn chapter of my life at His feet.
I am not done. The flames shape me into a stronger, more resilient version of myself. This will not break me; I will rise stronger.
I will pursue.
I will recover.
I will write stories that burn with truth and redemption.
I will fight for every soul I’m called to reach with my pen.
I will walk through this fire—and come out with plunder.
Because I carry a sword.
It is not of steel, but of Spirit.
It is the voice of the Living God that cuts through darkness.
And with it I fight—not just for myself, but for every unwritten story.
I STAND IN THE ASHES—SWORD DRAWN, FIRE IN MY BONES, HELL TREMBLING—AND I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING.