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Sitting in the Pain

broken pieces mdavidsonIt’s been a while I know.  Let’s just say I’m working through some things.  Perhaps I will write about them later, for now, I’m writing a valley of compost.  Some of it will be seen. Some of it will be heard.  Some of it will be tucked away in the folds of my heart, for my soul alone.  Today, I want to give you a brief update on how my one word is going.

I had my word, intentional, before the year began.  I didn’t pray about it.  I didn’t really mull it over.  It just came to me.  I needed that kind of grace.  I like the word intentional, but does it ever come with a commitment I didn’t see coming.  Continue reading Sitting in the Pain

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.
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.


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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Halfway Through the Winter

Winter marvia davidsonSomething had to die.  Things always die in the winter.  Our discontent – yours, mine – we’ve all experienced it in one form or another. While searching through Twitter, a couple of blogs, and contemplating a church sermon on “God’s Greatest Desire” (Morris, 2013). This phrase struck me: “we’re halfway through the winter.”  The middle is often the hardest place to be.   You can’t go back.  I mean you could, but it would be pointless and maybe fruitless.  You can only go forward.  So it is with winter.

It will end.  Death will end.  Life will spring again.  Newness like dew will be upon your heart, mind, body, and soul.  But still…something had to die before it came to be.  And I am undone.  What is that thing for you? For me, it’s a notion I carried for a long time about identity and belonging.  Funny, it always seems to boil back down to those two themes.  The notion had to die so I could really begin to learn to live.

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