When I finished writing Snatched From the Enemy, I expected to feel relief, excitement, and maybe even a little celebration. Instead, I found myself feeling... lost. For months, my days had a clear purpose. Every chapter, every memory, and every prayer brought me one step closer to finishing the story God had placed on my heart. Then one day, it was finished. I found myself asking, "Lord, what's next?" As I prayed, I sensed God wasn't asking me to accomplish another big goal.