Category Archives: Pressing In Series

When He Misses Me

anna rabe for marvia davidson

Women who inspire are everywhere. In the Story Sessions community, I have met several of these women who speak truth, hope, light, and life. Today, my story sister, Anna, writes about pressing in to life when you are missing the one you love. I am grateful to know her though we’ve never met, one day we shall, she is my writing sister. I know her words will be a comfort to you.
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When he’s missing me unconsciously, he reaches out for me in his sleep. But, I am not there. I am not within arm’s reach; I’m not even in the same hemisphere. He comes home to a dark and empty house. He comes home to a clean kitchen. He comes home to things undisturbed and unchanged.

He packs his own lunch, and makes his own breakfast. It is the same as before, but is different from when I’m there. He rations out the last of the soup, and the banana bread I made for him before I flew away.

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Writing Through the Pain

I am grateful for the women of the Story Sessions community.  We laugh.  We cry.  We celebrate.  More than anything, we write.  Today, I am honored to have my story sister, Katie Rutledge, sharing her story of pressing in to writing and living life fully.  Her words remind me to keep moving forward and to not give up.

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krutledge for marvia davidsonTwo years ago, my world crumbled. The foundation I had trusted would always be there suddenly collapsed. I was left reeling and broken. I couldn’t even see a day into my future. I felt stuck, exhausted, and alone. Yet in the midst of that dark place God whispered that He was at work. He asked me to trust Him and to believe that He was at work even then, restoring all things.

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Pressing in to Grief

press in leigha cann for marvia davidsonMany voices speak of hope in the unseen, comfort in the broken places, and light in the piercing dark.  Today my Story Sessions friend, Leigha, is talking about friendship, loss, and pressing in to grief.  If your heart is weary, may you be encouraged as you read her words.  They are powerful testimony on the resilience of the human spirit, and I am honored to share her healing words in this space.

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The week before I moved to Montreal to start grad school, I took a road trip.  I called in sick to work, packed a bag, and I drove for 6 hours.  For 6 hours I conjured up the cool feel of granite beneath my fingertips. For 6 hours I practiced tracing all 22 letters of her name. It had been 3 months and 4 days since I had made the same trek to say goodbye to Victoria. Continue reading Pressing in to Grief

The Beauty of Now

beauty now marvia davidsonI love the writing community, Story Sessions!  Women are taking up their brave on a daily basis, owning the beauty of brokenness, and sharing the story – healing words spilling from their souls.  These words are beautiful.  I met Jamie through Story Sessions and as a part of Story 201.  She has been a shoulder of calm and confidence.  She has inspired me to keep pressing in to the business of finishing out my memoir.

I know you will be encouraged by her poetic words on pressing in to the Beauty of Now.  And please take a listen to her lovely, musical rendition.

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And One Day You Will Swim

Friends, I am so excited for you to hear from my Story Sessions friend and sister, Abby Norman.  She is an amazing spit-fire woman, writer, educator, and storyteller.  I hope her words remind you that you will overcome the obstacles you face.  You can make it to the other side of the storm!  Just.  Don’t.  Give.  Up!

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The hardest thing I ever had to do, was show up at my job for 180 days straight.

I’ve birthed two babies with nothing but water as a pain reliever. I’ve written the first draft of a book at night, on weekends, and during the summer, one eye on my children, the other on the computer. I’ve spoken publicly. I’ve moved across the country with my husband. I lived a relatively normal life with a muscle disorder. I’ve poured my guts out on my blog for 446 posts. I’ve ended unhealthy relationships. I have done hard things. Continue reading And One Day You Will Swim