“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” — Jeremiah 1:5

You were not an accident. You were not random. Long before your first cry filled the air, God had already written your assignment. The timing of your birth, the family you were born into, even the generation you find yourself in — none of it was coincidence.

God is strategic. And when He looked at the chaos of this hour — the corruption of culture, the shaking of nations, the war for truth — He looked across eternity and chose you. You were born into this generation on purpose, because Heaven needed a warrior who would not bow to fear.

Hell has always known this. That’s why the attacks on your life began early. Pharaoh tried to kill Moses before he could grow. Herod ordered the slaughter of infants when Jesus was born. The enemy knows that if he can wound a man in his youth, he may cripple him for a lifetime. And yet, you are still here. Still breathing. Still fighting. That alone is evidence that hell’s schemes have failed.

But surviving isn’t the endgame — rising into your calling is. Every man must awaken to this truth: you were born for battle. Not for comfort. Not for applause. Not for the safe middle ground. But for the war that rages over souls, families, and nations.

This doesn’t mean you won’t feel fear. Even Gideon trembled when the angel called him a “mighty man of valor.” It doesn’t mean you won’t feel unqualified. Jeremiah himself protested, “I do not know how to speak; I am too young.” (Jer. 1:6) Yet God’s response was firm: “Do not say, ‘I am too young.’ You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you.”

Brother, stop rehearsing your disqualifications. Stop bowing to the lie that you are too broken, too late, or too weak. The God who formed you also equipped you. He already knew the battles you would face, the failures you would endure, and the doubts you would carry — and He still chose you.

Your life is not small. Your story is not wasted. You are not ordinary. You are Heaven’s warrior, appointed for this time. And when you rise in that truth, hell remembers your name.