Read more about the article Giant Slayer!
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Giant Slayer!

Then David spoke to the men who stood by him, saying, "What shall be done for the man who kills this Philistine and takes away the reproach from Israel? For who is this uncircumcised Philistine, that he should defy the armies of the living God?" 1 Samuel 17:26   "My Child, in this season, you must take out, once and for all, the enemies that have hindered you from moving into the new place I have prepared for you.  Fighting is not an option.  And just as I said to My Children as they entered the Promised Land, I say to you: But if you do not drive out the inhabitants of the land from before you, then it shall be that those whom you let remain shall be irritants in your eyes and thorns in your sides, and they shall harass you in the land where you dwell (Numbers 33:55). You can no longer refuse to face the giants in your life. You can not ignore them, placate them, or act as if they don't exist!  You can no longer refuse to drive them out of your "land."  You have thought you could peaceably co-exist with them.  But I tell you today, they will continue to vex and hinder you until you no longer allow them to exist in your land, in your mind, in your emotions, in your soul!  You must utterly destroy them. Fighting is not an option!  But fighting for you will not be strenuous…

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Read more about the article Reflections at the Foot of the Cross
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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 in my life.  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.  It seemed everyone lived this Christian life better than I did (but that's a subject for another blog post). I've spent time these days leading up to Resurrection Sunday…

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Eye Language

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will guide you with My eye. Psalm 32:8 NKJV   When I was a child, my mother had a way of communicating with me without speaking a word!  You may be familiar with— the look!  You know the glance says, “Girl, you better sit down now!’’  or “Just wait ‘til I get you home!” My mother had mastered the art of “eye language.”   With a single glance, she’d say, “Don’t play with me!”  or “Get over here right now!” When I sat at the dinner table, staring defiantly at the Brussels sprouts she’d piled on my plate, a simple glance at the plate and then back at me said, “You’re not getting up until you eat every one of them!”  With one glance, she said, “You’re doing a great job!  I’m so proud of you!” or “Yes, you’re on the right track!” or “No need to be afraid; I’m here!”  With one glance, she simply said, “I love you!” Understanding my mother’s “eye language” was easy because of our close, intimate relationship. She knew me; I knew her. She watched over me, kept her eyes on me, and I learned to look to her for guidance, assurance, and even correction. I studied her ways, and I learned to keep my eyes on her. I knew because she loved me,  she wouldn’t steer me wrong. She only wanted what was best for me. I trusted her,…

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Read more about the article Living by Divine Design  (Leave the Default Zone)
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Living by Divine Design (Leave the Default Zone)

We have become his poetry, a re-created people that will fulfill the destiny he has given each of us, for we are joined to Jesus, the Anointed One. Even before we were born, God planned in advance our destiny and the good works we would do to fulfill it! Ephesians 2:10 The Passion Translation She’d settled into life as it was and had taken consolation in the words of Paul: “Whatever state I am in...”  She wrapped herself in contentment like a thick wool comforter on a cold winter’s day and nestled into a predictability that, over the years, had slowly and methodically suffocated her dreams, hopes, and desires one by one. Some were still breathing, but barely. Up at dawn, shower, dress, cook breakfast, get kids ready and off to school, battle through the morning rush to just make it to the job for which she was highly over-qualified, a job that had long ago ceased to challenge or draw from the reservoir of creativity within her.  But dutifully, she put in her eight hours and then was hurled into the madness of after-school activities—soccer practices and dance classes.  Then home again. Cook dinner, check homework, go through bedtime rituals with the kids.  On a good night, she’d stare blankly at the TV, watching the Housewives of Somewhere, and wonder how someone got away with murdering her dreams as she watched re-runs of "How to Get Away with Murder" on Netflix.  Pray, read, go to sleep, only to…

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Unapolgetically in 2023 (Sorry, Not Sorry)

Unapologetically (Sorry, Not Sorry) But what I am now I am by the grace of God. The grace he gave me has not proved a barren gift. I have worked harder than any of the others - and yet it was not I but this same grace of God within me. 1 Corinthians 15:10 J.B. Phillips Translation    She’d answer the phone speaking in tongues! “Hello, Mother Clark!” I’d say. She’d laugh with such delight as she always did when I called, and she’d say (as she always did), “Ah, Sister Deborah! Daughter, I was just thinking about you!”  She’d barely give me a chance to ask how she was or if she needed anything before she’d go straight prophetic on me, give me a “thus saith the Lord,” pray with me.  I’d hang up, eyes filled with tears and heart filled with gratitude. I admit I don’t remember a lot of those conversations now. But there are some that I will never forget, for the words lodged deep in my spirit.   They didn’t necessarily take root at the time, but recently those words returned to me to heal, shift my perspective, change me, settle me more deeply, and strengthen my resolve. I came home from work one afternoon and called Mother Clark to check on her. She began our conversation by telling me about a segment of the Oprah Show about birth order she’d just watched. Then she said, “You are bold, full of dazzle and sparkle! Full…

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For Such a Time as This

She sauntered into my seventh grade Language Arts class late and loud, flashing an impish grin. Within moments she had hurled obscenities at another student and had lied to me.  My heart sank as I thought, “Lord, I’m not ready for this.”  And I girded my loins, metaphorically speaking, and prepared to do battle with Adrienne, who in the span of ten minutes had become a thorn in my flesh. Adrienne, brown-skinned tomboy with dancing eyes, demanded attention any way she could receive it.  I soon discovered, however, this troublesome and troubled adolescent was smart, eager to learn, eager to be the best (though, at times it was difficult to determine the best at what). She irritated and delighted me.  She plagued and haunted me.  I was drawn to her—to something deep within her crying for release, drawn to the person God created her that had been buried under the life’s circumstances, drawn to the image of God that was sullied.  She became mine from that moment. Others seemed unable to see the diamond in the rough, that image of God hiding within her longing to shine through.  Soon a conspiracy began to get rid of Adrienne.  She was suspended for two weeks, but out of sight was not out of mind. I found myself praying for her, imploring Father to send someone her way that could redirect her energies, show her a little genuine concern and save her from the streets that beckoned her.  Prayed for her grandmother…

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