Through the Open Door

“I know all that you’ve done. Now I have set before you a wide-open door that none can shut. For I know that you possess only a little power, yet you’ve kept my word and haven’t denied my name.”  Revelation 3:8 “Access, Acceleration, Abundance. These are the words the Lord spoke to me as we enter this year,"  I shared as I stood before my Heirs Covenant Church family. "Doors are opening, giving us access to places that had once been marked ‘Access Denied.’ When those doors open, we must boldly step through them.” I added God's promise of acceleration and abundance when we obey: “Yes indeed, it won’t be long now.” God’s Decree. “Things are going to happen so fast your head will swim, one thing fast on the heels of the other. You won’t be able to keep up. Everything will be happening at once—and everywhere you look, blessings! Blessings like wine pouring off the mountains and hills."  (Amos 9:13,14 The Message) Three days later, I received this message— “Hi Deborah. I hope all is well with you…I have an opportunity for you to check out.  Are you interested in teaching on a 24/7 global gospel network?” I knew this was the Lord! This was one of those open doors.  And, yet I hesitated. I almost said no. You see, while I love to teach the Word of God and saw this as an opportunity to do what God has called me to do,  stepping onto this…

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Lessons My Father Taught Me

I posted this a few years ago, but wanted to share it again this Father's Day in honor of  of my father.   William Elder Gaston was born in Sheffield, Alabama on May 7, 1913, the youngest son of William Henry and Lena Gaston. To some he was Brother, to some Uncle Brother. To others he was Deacon Gaston and yet others called him “Professor.”  A very few called him Bill.   My mother called him “Babe.”  I simply called him "Daddy." Daddy  was all of 5’8,  an unassuming man with a gentle and quiet spirit.  Some may say he was reserved.  I remember a man full of jokes (he was the King of Corny), and when he got tickled (usually by his own corny jokes), his whole body vibrated with laughter. I remember a man of prayer, a man who cherished family.  He was a giving man.  He was a man who  trusted God. My father was  a man full of wisdom, a man full of love. Yes, I was a “Daddy’s girl.”  My father couldn’t leave the house without me tagging along. It didn’t matter where he was going—the hardware store, the post office, the gas station—I was right by his side.  To this day, hardware store smells stir memories of Daddy and me shopping for hammers, nails, paint and sundry DIY items. It was on many of those excursions that I learned the most from him—invaluable lessons that are indelibly etched in my soul.  It wasn’t always…

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Reflections at the Foot of the Cross

Then Jesus said, “Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing” -- Luke 23:34a At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled away, It was there by faith I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!” ― Isaac Watts I will never forget the day I gave my life to Christ.  It was a sweltering Sunday morning in June—Children’s Day—and our little Baptist church was packed.  I sat fidgeting on the front pew next to my father. I was eight years old and I had made up my mind. This was the day. And so when Pastor Lewis offered the invitation to discipleship as he had so many other Sundays before, I leaned over and whispered in Daddy’s ear, “I want to be saved.”  He smiled and nodded, and I nervously stepped forward. Pastor Lewis knelt down, cradled me in his arms and, after a series of questions, welcomed me into the family of God. I was saved! That was the first of many “salvation” moments.  My seeming inability to "get it right" made me think that perhaps it hadn’t taken the first time.  And over the years I’d rededicate my life to Christ and then rededicate my rededication. (I attended college in the 70s. Need I say more?) I spent time these days leading up to Resurrection Sunday reflecting on the greatest event in all of history—the Death, Burial…

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A Thanksgiving Reflection

Keep on giving your thanks to God, for he is so good! His constant, tender love lasts forever! Psalm 118:1 TPT 2020—what can I say?  It’s been unlike any year we’ve lived through.  It’s been challenging on multiple fronts.  It’s been revelatory.  It’s been what I’d term a “good hard year.”  Good because it has allowed us to see and experience things that have opened our eyes to some truths about ourselves, our world, our faith, our God. It has taught us resilience and resourcefulness.  It's forced us to rethink how we do life, caused us to readjust and, in some cases, hit the reset button.  It's caused many of us to slow down and reexamine the choices we've made. It's caused us to appreciate life and value time more. It's caused us to look around and see what matters most. It's caused many to see if what they profess to believe is what they live out in real time. Personally,  it has anchored me more deeply, tethered more tightly to the One Who is my life. As I think about, it's been a hard year for those same reasons.  It's just our nature to resist change—even when it's necessary. This Thanksgiving I am filled with gratitude for both the good and the hard. Today, as I reflect on all I have to be grateful for, I find myself pondering this thought posed by the psalmist: What if God had not been on our side?  (Psalm 124:1a TPT) It’s…

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Shelter in Place

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.” Psalm 91:1-2 I turned off the television and took a deep breath. In my desire to remain informed, I’d been watching the Governor’s daily update on coronavirus. The Governor was followed by the Mayor of Cincinnati who was preempted by the President. The constant barrage of images, statistics, dire predictions and speculation, growing need, and reminders to practice “social distancing,”  to “shelter in place” was causing mind overload! I needed to refocus; I needed to find a place of worship. I sat at my piano, and began singing this simple chorus written by worship leader Kent Henry and my pastor, John W. Stevenson: Under the shadow of Your wings I will find a hiding place You are my refuge A fortress in whom I can trust Under the shadow of Your wings I will find a hiding place You are my refuge My God in whom I trust “You are my refuge, my God in Whom I trust,” I repeated. Then I heard Holy Spirit whisper in that still small voice, giving the phrase “shelter in place” a new and powerful meaning.  “Remain sheltered in this place,”  He said, “the place I prepared for you before the foundation of the world was laid.  The place you have chosen to live.…

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I Will Be Your Sanctuary
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I Will Be Your Sanctuary

In light of all that is going on in our world, I wanted to share something the Lord spoke to me a few years ago.  It is still a very timely word! Be Blessed! Deborah   The Lord’s mighty hand rested on me, and he warned me with these words not to act like these people: “Don’t believe their every conspiracy rumor. And don’t fear what they fear—don’t be moved or terrified. Fear nothing and no one except Yahweh, Commander of Angel Armies! Honor him as holy. Be in awe before him with deepest reverence! He will become for you a holy sanctuary …                                                    Isaiah 8:11-14a The Passion Translation The Lord is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; Of whom shall I be afraid? —Psalm 27:1  “The underlying current in the world in which you live today is fear —and it is not only a fear that is permeating the “world”, but it is grabbing hold of many in My Body as well.  Far too many are beginning to operate from a place of fear rather than a place of faith, from a place of panic rather than a place of peace. That breaks My heart. It is in times like these—perilous and turbulent times—that I desire to show Myself strong to My people and, thus, to the world.  This is not the time to allow the negative reports that you hear daily to become so embedded…

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