God Speaks Today

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me, and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” Matt. 11: 28-30 The Message “The greatness of the man’s power is the measure of his surrender.” William Booth All the signs

Receiving God’s Invitation to Renewal for the Second Half of the Year When I turned the calendar to July, I paused. How had half the year passed so quickly? It seemed as though I had just entered January with prayers, goals, expectations, and a sense of what I believed God wanted to do in me and through me this year. Yet here we are—six months behind us and six months still before us. My first inclination was to think about what I had not accomplished. I could easily have f

So Jacob called the name of the place Peniel: “For I have seen God face to face, and my life is preserved.” Just as he crossed over Penuel, the sun rose on him, and he limped on his hip. Genesis 32:30-31 It was the darkest, loneliest night of his life. Fear and distress gripped him. What was to become of him? Would the God of his grandfather and father, the God who had blessed him at Bethel, the God who had caused him to prosper in Padam Aram, the God who had led him back ho

To some, he was Brother, to some “Uncle Brother. To some, he was Deacon Gaston; others called him “Professor.” A very few called him Bill. My mother called him “Babe.” I simply called him "Daddy." My father, William Elder Gaston, stood all of five feet eight inches tall. He was an unassuming man with a gentle and quiet spirit. Some might say he was reserved, but I remember a man full of jokes—the King of Corny. And when he got tickled, usually by his own corny

Category: The Write F.L.O.W. Author: Deborah A. Gaston Tag: Writing, Kingdom Authors, Book Coaching There is a story inside you that only you can tell. Not because you are the most polished writer. Not because you have a platform, a following, or a publisher waiting. But because God — in His infinite wisdom — chose your life, your experiences, your victories and valleys, to carry a message that someone else desperately needs to receive. That is not an accident. That is an ass