We spotlight Cyborg — Victor Stone — the living bridge between man and machine, heart and hardware, grief and greatness. Cyborg is not simply a superhero with tech upgrades. He is a testament to survival. He is proof that broken does not mean finished.

Born enslaved around 1818, Frederick Douglass was denied what slaveholders feared most: knowledge. He later wrote that slaveholders understood something dangerous: "Knowledge unfits a man to be a slave." So Douglass sowed anyway. He taught himself to read—illegally, quietly, persistently. Every letter learned was seed. Every word understood was resistance. Every sentence absorbed was preparation.

A weary soul is easier to deceive. A tired mind is easier to discourage. A depleted heart is easier to isolate. That’s why exhaustion often shows up right before breakthrough. Right when your faith has been holding strong for a long time. Right when you’ve been faithful with no applause. Right when the load hasn’t lightened—but your strength has. The enemy is not shocked by your endurance. He’s counting on you running out of it.

Groundhog Day is built on a simple idea: If the groundhog sees its shadow, winter continues. If it doesn’t, spring is on the way. Whether or not the folklore is accurate, the symbolism is powerful. Some seasons repeat not because time is stuck—but because behavior hasn’t changed. We relive the same frustrations. The same setbacks. The same prayers. The same cycles. And often we wonder: Why am I still here?

Portrayed by Neve Campbell, Sidney Prescott isn’t just the heart of the Scream franchise—she is its conscience, its moral anchor, and its emotional spine. For nearly three decades, she has endured betrayal, trauma, loss, and relentless violence… and still chose to live. With Scream 7 arriving February 27, Sidney’s return invites us to look back—not just at a survivor, but at a woman who reshaped what survival means.

Many people pray for change while continually nourishing the very things holding them back: - Fear watered by constant worry - Discouragement watered by comparison - Anger watered by replaying old wounds - Faith starved by neglect The truth is simple but sobering: What you keep watering will grow.

This week’s Tony’s Superhero Saturdays™ shines the spotlight on a special kind of hero—the God-given dream chaser. These are the men and women who felt a stirring in their spirit long before they saw evidence in their hands. People who sensed that God placed something inside them on purpose—a vision, an idea, a calling—and chose not to bury it, even when fear, delay, or discouragement tried to convince them otherwise.

In Book II of S.O.L.A.D.™: Soldiers of Light Against Darkness™, Chapter 11—The Wages of Sin—we see this truth exposed in vivid, unsettling detail. What begins as a confrontation with a single demonic adversary escalates into something far more revealing: a system of bondage, working in unison, feeding off shared purpose and shared destruction.

This message is not about settling. It’s about recognition. Because one of the quickest ways to become discouraged is to forget what God has already grown around you. You may be waiting for more—but that doesn’t mean you have nothing.

This week’s Tony’s Superhero Saturdays™ honors a different kind of superhero: those who stand against injustice. Protestors. Organizers. Advocates. Elders who marched before hashtags existed. Young people who refuse to inherit silence. Everyday citizens who decide that wrong is still wrong—even when the system says otherwise. These are heroes forged not by power, but by conviction.

Some are grateful. Some are disappointed. Some feel proud. Some feel behind. Some are relieved the year is ending. Some are afraid they didn’t do enough. And here is the lie that creeps in at year’s end: “If it didn’t bloom this year, it must not have mattered.” But Heaven does not measure time the way calendars do. God does not erase seeds just because a year ends.

Through exhaustion. Through loss. Through disappointment. Through prayers that took longer than you wanted to be answered. Through days where quitting felt reasonable and rest felt unreachable. You are still here. And that alone makes you heroic.

Some of the most important seeds God ever gives you must be planted in obscurity — where no one claps, no one affirms, and no one sees the effort except Heaven. And for many believers, this is the hardest field to stay faithful in. God still does some of His best work in secret places.

It is divine realignment — the sacred moment when God reaches into the course of your life and turns you gently, firmly, or suddenly in the direction of your destiny.

The seeds that cost you the most produce the harvests that change you the most. Anyone can sow what’s left over. But God looks at the seed that comes from the place of sacrifice — the place where giving means trusting Him more than your own strength.

But God… God remembers every seed. Every act of kindness. Every prayer whispered in the dark. Every sacrifice nobody knows about. Every offering given when it stretched you. Every moment you chose obedience over comfort. Heaven has a record—and your seed has never been forgotten.

There comes a point in every believer’s walk where the weight of life begins to press down on your shoulders. You’re still sowing… but you’re tired. You’re still believing… but you’re weary. You’re still serving… but your strength feels thin. You’re doing all the right things — praying, giving, loving, showing up — but if you’re honest, you’re sowing from a place of exhaustion. And here’s the truth: God sees you. God knows. And God cares.

There are seasons when progress feels slow, delayed, or even frozen. You’ve prayed, fasted, worked, believed… yet life seems to be advancing in inches rather than miles. But then — suddenly — God breathes on your life. And what took others a decade takes you a year. What you lost over time, God restores in a moment. What should have broken you becomes the very thing that launches you.

This week, I want to talk to you heart-to-heart about something we all go through, whether we admit it or not: the buried battles. You know what I mean. Those silent struggles. The seasons where it feels like life has shoved you face-first into the dirt and piled more weight on top. You’re not just down—you feel buried. Forgotten. Suffocating. Like the next breath might be your last.