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Love Letter to Creative Souls

bloom marvia davidson

Bloom
All these blossoms
All these stems
All these blades
Were made to bloom
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What if being a whole and authentic creative soul meant remembering who you always are?  Would you still create?  Would you still write?  Would you revel in the thought, or would you be stilted, crushed, or even immobilized?  Sister, it’s okay.  We’ll walk together on this journey.  Being a real and true creative soul means embracing the whole of your story, and we want all of you to shine.  How can that divine light in you shine bright and undimmed, if you’re hiding or switching the lights off?

Today I’m over at The Story Sessions with a love letter to creative souls.  Come take a read, and be encouraged.  Perhaps you might find something of the return to being fully you, fully whole, and fully aware that you carry beauty and hope.  It’s what the world needs more of right now – people who love and are real and true.

Something of Worth {Thoughtful Thursday}

worth it marvia davidsonFind goodness in the everyday mundane. I think this where some of the best inspiration comes from – those unsung moments. You know the ones. They take you by surprise. They offer unexpected hope. They breathe into you and cause you to inhale a deep, cleansing breath. Sometimes we don’t have to look for the goodness. It just shows up. A sparkle of joy shines like a diamond in the rough of the day.

I found such beauty in the ordinary, everyday, mundane yesterday. It was a black wall, beginning to blossom with words of life, courage, and empowerment. A co-worker came and hustled three of us outside. She was so excited.

“I want you guys to come see something. It will inspire you. It will only take 5 minutes.”
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The Beginning {Or Why I’m Here}

no stopping marvia davidsonI am a writer.  I write.  I’ve enjoyed writing for at least half my life.  However, the majority of that writing was in journals of various sorts.  I started by first blog in 2009 with a different name.  Then I started another one, because I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to write about and take a shine to.  I began my third blog, The Human Impulse, that same year.  This one is a much more natural feel.  It’s about the impulse within each of us beating softly, refusing to be silent, reminding us who we really are.

So why am I writing all this to you, and myself, now? Because I am in the process of writing a manifesto.  I’m laying down the bones of a dream burning like fire in my heart.  It won’t let me go, so I’m giving it breath and space to live now.  I do not wish to take these words with me to the grave.   I wish to cast them far and wide.  They may not be for all, but somewhere they will catch, and do what they’re intended to do.
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He Found It in Me

Female Statue Fountain-Photo By Jennifer Upton
I have followed God since I was a little girl. He and I met when I was 8 years old. I was so excited, filled with wonder, and on fire to tell my friends about the hope I had found in Jesus. He caught my heart, and hasn’t let me go. It hasn’t always been an easy walk. There was no bed of roses, but He has never left me nor forsaken me. He has stayed with me in every high and every low.

God has shown himself faithful even when I had moments of faithlessness. When my soul was in the depths of searing hurt and bitter darkness, He found me. He set my feet on solid ground, gave me Light, and restored my soul.

When I ponder Psalm 87, my mind thinks of the glory – the weight of His presence and the unfolding of His goodness found over my life. What stands out to me most are these words, “This one and that one were born in her; and the Most High Himself shall establish her” (NKJV 969). It may not seem like much at first when you’re identity-stuck, not remembering Whose you are, or trying to fit a worldly-man-made mold. Identity has been a struggle for me for years. Pretending, hiding, shirking authenticity, and beating around the bush were my go-to tactics for avoiding the truth – that I was fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139) and that God founded in me a good work (Ephesians 2).

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