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The lord is my light and my salvation….I say it during challenging times and now I’ll say it during tempting times.

An 18-year-old man with terminal cancer escaped from the hospital to eat a hamburger and died after eating it In 2019, Wendrik Santos da Silva from Brazil suffering from terminal intestinal cancer. Despite his condition, he left the hospital without authorization to fulfill a long-held craving for a hamburger. He reached a nearby restaurant but had no money, so he asked strangers for help to buy the meal. After eating the hamburger, his health suddenly worsened due to his already critical condition. Emergency services returned him to the hospital, where he died shortly afterward

Proverbs 18:10 NIV [10] The name of the Lord is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.

Scientists report traces of human DNA within a two-billion-year-old meteorite, a discovery that quietly challenges our understanding of life and its origins. The very thought of genetic material surviving across eons and space stirs both wonder and unease. This finding is more than a scientific curiosity-it hints at a cosmic connection that blurs the line between terrestrial and extraterrestrial life. Subtle patterns in the molecular structure suggest processes that we are only beginning to explore, offering glimpses of a universe that may carry the blueprint of life in ways we cannot yet fully comprehend. Researchers studying ancient meteorites have noticed recurring anomalies that seem too precise to be random, suggesting an underlying rhythm in the distribution of organic matter across space. These patterns quietly nudge us to rethink our place in the cosmos and the possibility that life is not confined to a single planet. #Meteorites #Astrobiology #SpaceScience #FactCheck #fblifestyle

Job 1:20-21 NIV [20] At this, Job got up and tore his robe and shaved his head. Then he fell to the ground in worship [21] and said: “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.” Job is the ultimate example of praising God and not blaming him for his misfortunes. Job had just learned that all of his flocks, all his servants, his wife and his children had been destroyed. He still refuses to blame God. His friends will badger him for days trying to convince him to turn his back on God but he resists and refuses. There may be some among you who have suffered much in this world, all have suffered some. What was your response? I have lost jobs because of the lies of others. I have lost parents, grandparents, a child and grandchildren. I have been poor and dependent on the generosity of others. I, like you, know what it means to suffer. Now, I'm no Job and I admit I wasn't too happy with God. If you are reading this, then you, too, haven't turned your back on God either. God does not bring about our misfortunes and yet so many people believe that either God does it, or that there is no God. I admit that I wouldn't want to believe in a God who caused us pain. It would have been easier for the people of Job's time to believe that God was behind Job's problems because that was what the people believed of their gods who demanded constant sacrifices to appease them. They also believed that those who suffered must have done something to offend the gods, or God. We can sometimes be guilty of that kind of thinking as well. God is good, all the time and all the time God is good. This is one of the favorite sayings of many of my friends. Bad things happen to us just as they did to Job. May we have the same attitude as Job and be thankful that God brings us through it.

She became the first woman doctor in Northern Ireland in 1893, then got herself arrested as a suffragette—because she'd spent years treating women's bodies and refused to accept they had no rights over them. Belfast. 1889. Elizabeth Gould Bell walked into the lecture theatre at Queen's College Belfast knowing every eye would be on her. Not because she was late. Not because she was unprepared. Because she was a woman in a room built to exclude her. The medical students—all men—stared. Some whispered. Some smirked. The message was clear: you don't belong here. Elizabeth sat down, opened her notebook, and began taking notes on anatomy. She was twenty-two years old. She had no intention of leaving. Medical education in 1889 was designed to keep women out. Not explicitly—the rules had recently changed to technically allow women—but through a thousand small hostilities that made it nearly impossible to succeed. Professors who wouldn't call on female students. Clinical instructors who refused to let women examine male patients. Classmates who made studying together impossible. A culture that treated a woman's presence as inherently provocative, as if learning about the human body was inappropriate for someone who possessed one. Elizabeth endured all of it. She studied anatomy while male classmates made comments about whether women could handle "such material." She practiced surgical techniques while instructors questioned whether women had the physical strength or mental fortitude for medicine. She attended clinical rounds where doctors spoke to her male peers and ignored her completely. And she outperformed them anyway. In 1893, Elizabeth Gould Bell qualified as a physician from Queen's College Belfast. She became the first woman in Northern Ireland to earn a medical degree. She was twenty-six years old. She'd proven she could do everything they said women couldn't.

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Inspiration Never forget, that the stress and worry, the intimidation or fear one may experience in one's own life at the hands of others, are never beyond the supreme Creators' control. Prayer Lord of all things, I surrender my soul to thee. Grant me passage into thy almighty Kingdom, as I submit myself to Your ultimate power. I am but a lamb, naked in Your light, awaiting Your compassion. Allow me to follow, meek as I am, in the footsteps of Your divine ordinance. Amen.

On a quiet morning, 63-year-old Jos Maas noticed something unusual outside his home — a family of nine swans, thirsty and disoriented from the drought, drinking from a nearly dry ditch. He could have just watched. Instead, he stepped in. Slowly, he walked toward the road — and to his amazement, the swans lined up behind him. Like a real-life Make Way for Ducklings, Jos raised his arms to stop traffic and guided the parents and seven chicks to a pond where fresh water still remained. The moment they reached it, the swans splashed, fluttered their wings, and drank deeply, as if thanking the man who had led them to safety. Witnesses stopped to watch, Jos’s son captured it in photos, and a simple act of kindness turned an ordinary morning into something unforgettable.

One day it just hits you. You wake up and realise how much of your life you spent trying to be okay for everyone else. Being the strong one. Being the understanding one. Being the one who “gets it” when people disappoint you. You forgave things that were never really repaired. You stayed quiet when something hurt you. You told yourself it’s not a big deal just to keep the peace. And slowly… you got used to carrying things that were never yours to carry. That’s the part nobody talks about. The strong ones aren’t strong because life was easy for them. They’re strong because they learned how to bleed quietly. But eventually something shifts. You get tired of explaining your worth. Tired of overgiving. Tired of pretending certain things didn’t break you the way they did. And you start choosing differently. You stop chasing people who can’t meet you halfway. You stop watering relationships that only grow when you’re the one pouring. You stop apologising for needing honesty, depth, loyalty. Not because you became cold. But because you finally realised something important: The people who truly value you will never require you to shrink just to stay in their life. And the moment you understand that… you stop begging for love. You start standing in it.