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A Love Letter to Those Who Wish to Rise

dreams m davidsonI didn’t always believe in my dreams.  I found it much easier to tag along with other people’s dreams.  They seemed so vibrant, so promising, so intriguing.  The way that went after them with fire was inspiring to me.  I tried ceaselessly to fan their flame my way, to embers burning dimly.

Sister, mother, friend, brother, you need to know, and so do I.  We have beautiful beginnings birthing in each one of us.  We have a creative bent unique to each one of us.

Today, I choose to believe in my dreams, my words, my creativity.  Will you choose with me? For yourself?

I’m over at the Story Sessions today with a love letter to those who wish to rise. Come read the rest, and find your embrace. Your words are welcome.

You, sister, you will rise.

Freely Write the Truth {Tell the Story}

no striving marvia davidson

To walk by faith and not by sight, takes every ounce of what little belief I have but I’m going to hold faith and believe anyway. This business of wrestling with God till He answers is all I have for the present moment. No human intervention will suffice. No human help will suffice. What I need now is the fullness and presence of God, for in Him is all I need. This is not just some pie in the sky statement. It is matter of fact. It is the essence of my faith and believing.

Is God who He says He is? Does God really do what He says He can do? Can I really trust God? Can I tell Him how I really feel without reprisal? These are not indictments against the character of God. Because, let’s be honest, who would want to be in relationship with a god you fear will harm you or trample your will. Think about it. I’m not asking you to agree. I’m telling you my story and the rocky bumps jutting up from the ground of my not-so-strong faith. I am imperfect. I don’t always believe right or well. Sometimes I chose the lie. Sometimes I have doubted God. Does this make me any less of a Christ follower? Does it condemn me to a life in hell? Does it steal me away from faith? No. Continue reading Freely Write the Truth {Tell the Story}

Sometimes in the Random

Ever catch a fleeting glimpse of yourself – the real self – like a flash of lightning?  In an instant you see a picture of what who you could be, but in that same instant it’s gone.  You grasp at it.  Futile. Those moments can be frustrating, but I’m learning if I settle into the unrest of the moment, the flash will come again.  It will stay moments longer.  The more I give myself to being in the stillness of the chaos; those flashes turn to steady-staying light, and I can focus on the forming me.  Then comes that moment.  You know the one.  It’s the AHA! moment of the soul.  The moment you realize, “this is who I really am!  Why have I been hiding?”  Some days are harder than others.  Some days are drudgery.  You make yourself push through the foggy unclear.  And some days you just have to crash your own life. I do mean literally.

Random Oddities by Marvia Davidson

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