You Do Not Yield

You do not yield. You do not retreat. You do not look away when fear tries to make a home in your chest.

No, you stare it down.

You’ve learned to recognize the lies now. The voice of the enemy doesn’t catch you off guard like it used to. He still tries. He still circles with the same old accusations dressed in new language, but you’ve been through too much to fall for it now. You’ve endured. You’ve survived. You’ve come out of the fire with something stronger than proof.

You’ve come out with faith.

There is a grit in you. A holy defiance that doesn’t shout but stands. It’s not loud. It doesn’t demand the room. But it cannot be moved. This strength of yours was forged in the wilderness, in the silent suffering, in the breaking that didn’t get broadcast.

God knew exactly what He was doing when He formed you.

He didn’t make a mistake. He didn’t misjudge your capacity. He knew the call would be heavy and the road hard. And He still chose you. Before your first breath, He saw it all. The heartbreak. The loss. The nights you’d want to give up. And still, He placed a calling within you. He wove bravery into your bones. He gave you resilience that would make hell tremble.

You do not yield.

You do not bow to fear. You do not walk away from truth. You do not stay quiet when the Spirit says speak.

And you know, it’s funny, because there are days you don’t want to fight anymore. You’re tired. The tears fall and your knees feel too weak. You want to curl into the dark and let someone else carry the weight. But somehow… you don’t quit. You wake again. You lift your eyes. You speak His name. You fight another day. You swing, you pray, you conquer again.

You don’t even always know how you’re doing it. But the strength comes. Sometimes in the quiet. Sometimes in a roar. But it comes. And you rise again.

This is who you are now. Not because you always feel brave. But because you choose to be.

You carry the sword of truth in your mouth and the whisper of heaven in your chest. You’ve stopped apologizing for being a warrior. You’ve stopped explaining your scars. You’ve stopped pretending this isn’t hard. And you’ve started declaring that it’s still holy.

Because it is.

You do not yield.

Not to lies. Not to shame. Not to the past. Not to the whispers that tell you it’s over. You don’t give them space anymore.

You plant your feet.

You steady your soul.

You remember who you belong to.

“The Lord is a warrior. The Lord is His name.”- Exodus 15:3

And the warrior who called you, walks with you. Shoulder to shoulder. Breath to breath.

So when the enemy creeps in with old tactics, you lift your head. You smile like you know a secret. And you do.

You say it again. Until the heavens ring and the darkness flees.

I do not yield.

I do not yield.

I do not yield.

Because you were made for this.

And lovely, you were made to win.

Love, Sarah xx.

Thank you for pausing here with me.

This post was born from the fire, from the ache, from the wild strength God buried deep in us before we ever took a breath. You Do Not Yield wasn’t just something I wrote, it’s a declaration I hope you carry into every battle.

This space was never built to impress, only to tell the truth. Just a quiet corner where Jesus is always the hero of our story, and where strength doesn’t always roar, sometimes it whispers, I’m still here.

If this met you in the middle of the fight, I’d be honoured if you shared it with someone else standing in the thick of it too. And if you feel led, consider upgrading to a paid subscription to help keep this little space going.

It’s just me and the Lord here, holding the line with what we have, one post, one prayer, one brave truth at a time.

You matter here. And you do not yield.