Epic Holy Fire Post — Warrior Edition
If the enemy isn’t nervous when I wake up—I’m not dangerous enough yet.
Because I wasn’t sent here to be liked.
I was sent to burn through deception, to shatter strongholds, and to drag darkness into the light where it can’t survive.
“Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.” — Ephesians 6:11
I don’t put on armor to look holy.
I put it on because I came to fight.
I’m not here for applause.
I’m here to make hell tremble.
I’m not dressing up for church.
I’m gearing up for war.
I wasn’t made for the stage.
I was forged for the battlefield.
When my feet hit the floor—every demon in a hundred-mile radius gets reminded that I woke up with breath, fire, and orders from the Most High.
This is not religion.
This is war.
This is blood and spirit.
This is Kingdom come.
So no, I won’t be silent.
No, I won’t be passive.
No, I won’t pretend.
I will roar. I will cut. I will rise.
Because I am armored.
I am marked.
I am chosen.
And the enemy knows it.
