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When Love Knocks…

My Disclaimer…just words I scrawled from my heart a few months ago…and I added a few lines just now…found it today and decided to share…it is what it is…feeling some kinda way…

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When love knocks…

How do you find the courage to answer?  My question seemed pretty simple…only it was met with another question…Have you given yourself permission to receive? I admit I hadn’t before. I’m even reluctant now.  Before, I opened myself and my heart to meet its near demise.

So I questioned whether my silence will make him leave my heart. Yet, I keep finding myself thinking of what his thoughts on this and that are…I’m moved by his brilliant mind.

The heart hopes, but the mind struggles to accept the constancy of this thing…whatever it is…

Had I ever truly loved before? I mean besides the “required” love a Christian woman should possess? How could any of those feelings have been true when I was so fragmented? I didn’t love myself.  I’m so tempted to flee…yet, God won’t allow me to escape…

Before, I had every way of retreat, but I chose to stay despite the warnings…despite God’s offer…I chose bondage over freedom…I chose ridicule over encouragement…I chose to be chosen by “any man.”

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Will regret be my reprieve?  No! My new heart won’t allow it! Surgery alone was the solution! My old one…too beaten…too bruised…misused and stomped…bitterness took love’s place so it had to go!

My heart wanted to smile almost two years ago when the words, “Your husband is a certain man because any man won’t do” met my ears. My countenance fell when I realized the difficulty I had brought on myself by trying to shove “any man” into this “certain man’s” slot. Still, I finally gave up, but was met with another counterfeit.

This one didn’t need any help from me to be fictitiously vile. I’ve considered before that maybe the reason Fairy Tales always end with the wedding is because they too end up in divorce court…

It’s expected I suppose…real love can’t develop overnight…so I considered my ability to receive love…to give love…

I have pondered this thing for months and I’ve taught myself to listen…

“Just Receive!” “Listen and Pay Attention!”

 

The voice in my new heart had compassion…and in an instant the dots were forming the picture this prophetic babe saw over eight years ago…constantly reminded of the “appointed time” has had me frazzled, yet eager…courage keeps me focused on the larger picture though my thoughts resemble a kaleidoscope on most days…

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How could he know too? How is it that my words and his are synchronized without speaking…words I’ve written in solitude…prayers I’ve even whispered to my Father…concerns met with each passing week…answered without the question leaving my heart or mind…connected somehow…inextricably bound even when I resisted the mesh…not one of flesh, but spirit….captivated and deflated with nearly our first encounter…now I review those feelings of confusion and inclusion…

God is no liar!

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How can I be sure if what I feel is right or even real? I’ve fooled myself so many times before. At a time when I’d abandoned my list before my desire to be adored made my sense not so common…

Naivety is no longer cute as an adult…yet both our childhoods had us duped for at least a time or two…believing the lies that we were not enough…believing the tricks that perfection be a must…to be accepted…to be loved…to avoid rejection…

A struggle is only present when you are caught in the middle of two opposing forces…my will and God’s…

I told God I refuse to elevate a man before Him as I’d done in the past, but my thoughts are laden anyway. I asked for the thoughts…interactions…the way I’ve stumbled onto pages of his life…to cease…and with my own daughter’s words, I was reminded of my heart’s remission…of forgotten intention…to love and be loved on this earth as I am in heaven…

“Why do you keep pushing it so far away from you if you want it?”

She thought she was talking about my purse on the floor board while I was driving on any given Sunday, but I knew better.

Thus, I was faced with more of the same thing…

Torn between the fear of the unknown…and the faith of God’s best…

But was he too consulting with the Father about this heart’s battle?

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Silence…so simple, yet so potent…so I listen…wondering if he too has found himself desiring obedience over the sacrifice of mediocrity…or will he like I had be wooed back by familiar faces, places, and circumstance…

Addicts only walk away from their suppliers when numbers and addresses change…so it has with me…so I’ve chosen to have more and refuse the less of what had been the constant offer on the table that was never meant for my presence…

Still I wonder will  he consider the detriment of “being accustomed to”…doing what many think he “ought” do…or will he choose his own path at last?  Will he consider his ways and make the necessary change or will he hold onto his cantankerous demeanor in favor of remaining needless?

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Solitude can be one’s prison if not careful so I’ve chosen to forgo my need for independence. I’ve removed my shackles of hesitance in favor of much lighter yoke…

Frustrated before, but now I joyfully relent to what will be to be…I fully surrender what was…the who I was never meant to be…

I choose to remember instead, the good intended…this heart now mended… in places I’d forgotten existed…in ways my mind once resisted…I relish his shyness…a humble prowess- I’ve grown to adore some how…

So interesting is my now…captured like a photograph are the encounters we’ve exchanged in my mind’s eye…so I find myself again tickled of the thoughts that remain…To think I like this guy!

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A moment in time we held a gaze-all of a sudden I was off my game…Could this heart stand one more strike? In the midst of what I assumed a mere transaction…a blundered encounter…Something happened…

I grew closer in a moment than I had attempted to build with others over years…

Is this what is meant by a soul mate…one whose DNA so embraces the elements of another that even blood is not closer? What so heavily knits our beings? Who is responsible for our seeing? Why hadn’t I understood this connection until now?

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Perhaps, before I’d been too unwilling to bow…my head and my heart to the will of the One who knows best…the One who designed hearts and wholeness in His hands…the One who designed the plan before the time of our sands began…

So awesomely specific is Our Father’s plan of love’s redemption…that even when we stray, His plan thwart’s temptation…Alignment draws to complete the perfect picture…where two wholes make one with Christ at the center…

So I deny the confusion suggesting my mind is just clouded with intentions of grandeur…

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For pure pose…purpose alone…again…I’d forgotten before…Distracted by the counterfeit…shut in isolation at love’s door.  Physical and emotional fatigue has a tendency to evoke a special blend of Destiny’s amnesia. Yet, wholeness through Christ’s love provided the needed anesthesia…a surgical procedure only an expert could render…such is Our Lord’s hand-so delicate and tender…piece by piece…He removed the shards and stones…and replaced the gaping holes with parts of His own…

And so I’ve been chastened by true love’s momentum…I’m learning to appreciate it’s timeliness…enticed by love’s wisdom. I no longer dream of seeing mere potential…For in love truth exists…

I admit my imagination is far too impressive to withstand the magnitude of this movement…Yet as the doses of love’s prescription linger my marriage to my certain man supposes a greater picture..not solely for physical pleasure or even mere companionship… but of fruitful intention is this bridge built…

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So when love knocks again, I’ll answer.

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©2017 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

Share the Road!

If only my imagination were boring! Then I’m sure I would be able to share the road to purpose with who God selected without question or hesitation.

I’ve said before that God gets my attention in ways others might miss, but sometimes…well, my right now is a time I wish He didn’t. I am feeling like a hybrid of Jonah, Gideon, and a tad bit of Peter if I’m honest. I know some of the things God told me to do and others He’s shown me. Yet, like the prophet Jonah I didn’t want to do them. I’ve requested sign after sign to be sure of His direction and He’s provided them.  Still lately,  I want to just pack up and go back to where I came from like Peter!

There’s only one problem with my little schizo-christian mash-up. I simply cannot escape myself…my destiny…my purpose…this place!

I thought I would be prepared for this day without a hiccup because I’d forgiven and I tried to forget feeling forgotten, but the moment I entered that room, I began to really have this love/hate wrestling match in my heart. I smiled anyway.GoodGrief

I wanted to cry, but not one of those sad, balling my eyes out sessions because of heartbreak that we ladies so heavily rely upon nowadays, but one of those back in the day, tired of being bullied cries that spring up just before you get the courage to open up a couple cans of whoop a$$ on the kid who’s been giving you a hard time all year! Yep, I was pi$$ed and the more I tried to hide it, the more I knew I needed to write…anything to keep my mind and heart at bay…

So write I did…Pray I did…Rant I did…to My Father the entire time I was supposed to have been attentive to the speaker.

I felt sick, but not love sick…sick…sick.

I don’t like it. I tried again to play ghost, but obedience compelled me to stay put so while I was captive I was forced to remember the requirement to listen and pay attention…

LISTEN AND PAY ATTENTION!!!

REALLY, GOD? 

I don’t want to hear this crap!

I don’t even want to be here! I should go back to Little Rock! I still have the chance! Why can’t I leave now? Yeah, I wanted to go fishing like good old Peter did after He witnessed the demise of Our Lord.  Funny thing is when Peter made his decision known all the other disciples said they would join him.

You can’t run from who you are!

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You see, when I asked God to open my eyes, He opened my heart as well.  I didn’t quite agree with His choice for a plethora of reasons, but something happened in a crux of time that allowed my heart to thaw…

So I penned these words in service today, ” I can feel my heart closing and it hurts,” I hated that I’d ever said anything…felt anything…desired anything in this place. I considered the ratio of my wrongness before…lately, I’ve been way off…I considered the dreams and the clarity…

I wish I’d never considered the possibilities…but even as I wrote, I heard. His bits and my pieces made sense, but I didn’t want them to anymore. I wanted to be wrong this time too so that I could save face and quietly disappear. I considered the ministry and that I would keep in touch with those I’d grown to love in the community via social media…and then God blessed me again in this place…

He showed me I hadn’t just fallen for him, but also for this place.  Oh how our purposes are inextricably intertwined…I hate that we have more in common than I thought…so I wrestled.images5

I bled…I thought and rethought and my head ached so I’ve found myself in bed earlier than usual…

Yet,  now I wake without an alarm clock before dawn to the realization that no I don’t have permission to take another detour…that the road has been cleared of construction debris and that things are on schedule, but just not my schedule…I considered three or four years a decent time frame…I considered that God showed me certain relationships had to end…I considered that I thought I had already worked those issues out in my mind before I even fully accepted that God had directed me there for this reason and beyond. Years ago I remember the comfort of wanting to do this all on my own…ministry…family…just do me…I was cool with that…I was used to that…I was still bitter…my reasons were selfish…I didn’t want to be bothered with vulnerability and the possibility of drama if I’d chosen wrong yet again…so I said to myself, “When I get divorced, I will not date.”

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Today, I don’t want to anymore…days ago, I remember recording that I am ready…I remember God’s whisper that I am ready on the road back from Louisiana…that I must get up and move forward, but the “what if’s” had me paralyzed…slowly sinking in quicksand my doubt had created, I thought it best a slow, silent demise…yet, God preferred a loud, quick death to self instead…the last thing to go was my pride…I even recall thinking…who I desire…I want them to love me without makeup…and in a moment, I was stripped of my make-up…my things…those possessions just days before I’d considered a waste to pack them anyway. I was told to start from scratch months ago…I desired to chunk everything then…I could say I should have, but that would be a regret wouldn’t it? I realize why I desired such…I knew change was coming…not the way I hoped…not in 30 degree weather, but still a necessary conclusion to a chapter long closed in my life…

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I could have called anyone else that day, but not him…anyone else is fine to see me squirm and writhe to no avail, but not him…not his judgement…not his disappointment…and then I didn’t care anymore. It seemed my phone didn’t even work until after I attempted to reach him. Irony had no place here…I already knew that would be the case, but I still waited almost an hour…I even expected no response, but here I go with that obedience thing again…

I never wanted to get to a place where I could care less about this place or him…but this morning I considered I was there anyway…but maybe not because if I really “could” care less about either wouldn’t I have not shown up today? Yes…but even my leaving that place didn’t matter…every turn…there was a constant reminder…another smiling face…a returned hug from those I’d prayed for and with…spoken to and encouraged…I couldn’t escape if I tried…and I did. In my heart, perhaps I’m still trying…so I ask God to allow me to leave…I’ve tried to not volunteer in my mind and in my heart I hear God’s voice saying to stay in position…even to lose control in this area while you compose yourself in others…a reminder I didn’t want to receive like I did…where I did…when…Destiny and Doubt Don’t Mix…and so I turned the pages of my journal in the reverse to find where I’d written on January 12, 2015, “The “what if’s will take you down.” I sought to circle it because upon mention of a similar statement by the speaker, I wanted to share it with a friend nearby…but when I shared it…I read to her the words below what I circled because what I deemed an error initially was a message God planned for me to consider now…I circled the words, Don’t worry about it-I’ll dress you.”

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I didn’t really get the gist of those words until this moment…I still wrestle with this love/hate thing brewing in my heart…no my battle is not with a person or place, but I hate that I feel the way I do for him, but love it also…hate the way I feel out of control, but love that God is still keeping me…I love the way God is patient with my doubts, but hate that they even exist…conflicted in ways I never imagined, but solid in my belief that God loves me. So in time I am sure that God will give me the grace to do as He’s requested…as I move forward in the ways I’ve been directed to do so alone that I’ll scoot over a bit and perhaps let up on the gas to share this road with whom He’s chosen…

©2017 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

The Beat of Forgiveness

Random words for a random heart…yet, I’ve decided this is where I do random no more…

I’ve considered what I would do had the tables been turned and whether I’d been on the other end of the message…if I had no way of contributing my hand to help or my funds to finance, would I have responded? Would I have merely prayed in silence without taking the time to let one know it’s the least I could do? I’ve considered whether my own level of immaturity of financial matters lately is worthy to be compared to that of one’s lack of emotional maturity…so the other day I had a moment…of hysterics some might say…of desperation others might insist…of uncertainty and humility I admit, but still so relevant is my peace…calm in this storm…helps me rejoice in the ability to slip on shoes I hadn’t worn before. This place…am I meant to remain…Am I to go there…confusion has no place in this mind or heart…reminded where Christ dwells…the accuser must part…the evil one has not been granted access…yet, that trickster tried…anger with the response or with no response, but then I considered what words would I have if I had no words to utter. How frustrated would I have been if I couldn’t offer cover…due unto others…the thing I’d want done, but what if my only reference be that of a son…desperately attempting escape from a hero complex thrust upon him against his will…would I be so willing to foot the bill? To pay a debt I hadn’t created in deed or mere finances…would I in my humaness have allowed another stand a chance…at taking advantage of my kindness like so many had before…so like I imagine he has…grieve I might…like mine years of fighting taught his  heart to prefer flight…reasoning through depressive feats without strength to muster…I suppose I too would choose not to trust her…or be loved…or be liked…or be satisfied or be fulfilled…yet,he still wonders is forgiveness for me from she an option…have I failed already because my mind’s concocted all sorts of blame and irresponsibilities that mirror too many I’ve seen before…too many disappointments met at love’s door…too close what his mother bore…a choice made…stay comfortable in my discomforting bubble…amid my kind of trouble…that which I am King…for too long I’d forgotten my Center…yet expected to mentor…and counsel he has…forgive quickly…don’t allow a bitter seed take root…examine their fruit…observe their motives.. ask God and stop reading books to decide if with her you are to reside…if with him you can let go of your pride…your shame…your mistakes…two as one…nakedness a must…no masks no make up…but God and trust…circumstances cloudy…storms back to back…clipping your wings is only temporary…a must if one intends to marry…consistent humility and honest conversation…friendship bonded without hesitation…but still cold hands can’t feel what’s been placed there…is it then even received? A heart thawed still bleeds…but what sound does it make when tragedy dines without invitation…the thump proceeds without jubilation…skipping its good intention…thrown off course…advice with feelings is of no recourse. So I must lay to rest my sanctified imagination…and love still…though from a distance…my best way to resist… a complicated situation…to be sure and eradicate this infatuation…angry no…thought I thought I might be. So I questioned My Father…how can I explain what my heart and mind has allowed in consensus? An answer upon  waking, ” Good morning daughter, welcome to the beat of forgiveness.”

©2017 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

Do I have the Grace to Begin Again?

Randomness…a candid conversation with me and My Heavenly Father…5 minutes of what it is…you’ve been warned…unedited

 

Do I have the grace to begin again?

It’s a question I ponder every now and then?

In between the mean time and his mean time?

Maybe to consider him gruff would be a bit too much.

I know his heart though to some he seems out of touch…

Type A definitely…me not so much…not Type B either

I just be me..that’s who I be…Type Nadia…but is his type ready for L.O.V.E.?

Me thinks the heart doth protest too much…think too much…desire to speak too much…

To hear him too much…prayers to cease them…those thoughts…those confirmations of sorts…not exactly unanswered…but responded…

Why push away what you desire? Say What? Now I’m under fire?

Yes, but I told you when you are in the fire you won’t be consumed…when you pass through the waters, I will be with you…

But daughter you’re hardheaded…you still are determined to do what you do…avoiding the clues…opting for all the “to do’s” thought I told you what “to don’t”  Yet, my love will never fail so I reserved him for you as I did you for he…Both of you are stubborn! Can’t you plainly see. Your own words sealed the fate. You knew it when you wrote them and you pressed send anyway. I get it daughter, you thought you’d use it in a great fairy tale…your life’s better than fiction because clearly I wrote it that way…you wrote one way…he wrote the same…you thought one thing…he the same…You should know by now that two are better than one and a suitable helper must be refined for my son. His armor is rusty because you are made for each other whether you choose to submit now or later…For my purpose in your union is so much greater…Yes, you are great because you represent me…but imagine the impact you both will have…for my world to see…My glory manifest from brokenness and fatigue…failed marriages, broken hearts, and at least two missing fiances….needed to put all my dots in line…It really didn’t have to take this long…but darling it’s about time…Shine and glow as only you can…strut your stilettos as I showed you to do so many years ago…he will definitely be in the audience cheering you on…just as you are his backer without him even requesting your favor…one day soon you both will enjoy the savor of a love you both though was dealt only to others…your similarities will help you buffer one another…so he’s not exactly your type! Need I remind you of your faulty selection process…I must tell you…I’ve too had to smooth your rough edges…So you might as well stop calling yourself a prophetic babe…you are fully aware of the price paid for false prophesy and you know that I don’t lie so why do you continue to doubt my hows and whys…Shouldn’t because I love you be enough…because I heard your cries and know that life’s been tough…You’ve worn a mask so long you thought the facade was real. Now that you refuse to compromise, I’ll introduce to you the love that is real…other than mine of course…you know contrary to popular opinion there some good men still out there…albeit a few…but Baby girl, remember I told you through my prophet before that any man won’t do!

©2016 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

Privilege of the Pause

Just more random thoughts…of course on edited😁

I’m convinced the one problem, if it could be called that, with being a visionary is finding the off switch in one’s mind or perhaps it is as simple as located an appropriate landing spot for dreams to be born. As if the recording device in my brain is stuck in fast foward, I’m learning the importance of complete unplugging to catch up with myself occasionally. I’ve realized my stillness is yet my only way to hear His voice…
I make no apologies for my quick wit, my charismatic personality, or intelligence, however, life…at least this year has taught me the privilege of the pause…the necessity of delay has forced me to make use of my share of patience…and so I rest I Him alone. The white noise of “everydayness” fades to black as my surprise rises and bids me “Good mourning.” Yes in more ways than one the things and people I once thought I could not live without, I’m not able to consider the demise of what was thoroughly so…Good and Deceased…no regrets to gather…no further pain to nurse…a freedom I can only liken to that of the mockingbird’ song. I used to hate the beast how regardless of daylight or dusk, this one decided to perch just beyond my window and would ever chirp. Only recently have I understood the real reason for his song day and night. Only now can I freely sing my praises ever after too.

So my vision needed a place to lay…one where it would remain impervious to the pain of rejection…a dwelling where my will, my make-shift covering would be rendered more useless than years of experience had proven its worth…again I get my cue from the birds…how even sparrows know of His all sufficiency…how they sing as I learned to do again in this process…I’m reminded that no good thing will He withhold from me…finally this daughter stands…chains broken by keys I’d held all along…again song at midnight retrieved to lead nameless prisoners to their own freedom…I walk and doors open…because I’m beloved and now I’m glad to return the favor.

Funny thing…Love

Heavenly Father,
 
I come thanking You for Your discipline…I’d be lying if I said I liked it…You know my heart so that’s pointless. Father, help me to take the advice I so readily give others…Help me to listen and do what You want. I don’t want to keep taking the same tests over and over because of rebellion. I’ve been way out of order and I need You to guide me to get back in line with what You told me to do months ago. I can’t do it without You.  In Jesus’ name, Amen!
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It’s easy to tell everyone else that mustard seed faith is enough to get the job done…it’s been easy for me to tell others to have faith for years…one might think faith was a supernatural gift I held…but God and I know the truth…the truth of how yes, I have walked on water, but my doubt at times has caused me to sink more than once…
In the last few months…I know at least more than ten…Then I wonder to myself…what would happen if I ran out of chances?
Who would suffer because I just couldn’t stomach the reality set before me….Maybe that’s been my problem…Reality…Faith and the Vision God’s given me says one thing and my mind and my eyes see the reality of my circumstances…so I’ve been forced at times to reveal parts of me that I’d rather keep hidden…I’ve been forced to share a portion of my heart that had been locked away for safe-keeping…then I wonder, was I keeping my heart safe or held hostage….
Love’s a funny thing…but not so…I’m realizing how love requires premeditated forgiveness to be unconditional…how treating others the way you want to be treated keeps me repentant more than I wish were necessary…Some of the things I’ve said are irrevocable and then I consider how  so many of my actions have been too…yet God still loves me unconditionally.
When I compare His love for me given all He knows of me, I can’t help but offer that same love. I’ve been trying.  It’s been hard, but I’m willing.  Before now, that had never been the case.  Flight  was a preferred approach…but I’m actually glad God is making me endure  this.  How else will I learn.  Though I’ve failed at the love thing before, this is different.  I want to be here.  And then I’m comforted with God’s truth:
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In the mean time

Disclaimer:  This is some random thought…very unedited…just came to me in about ten minutes…but words have always soothed my spirit so I’m not sure if this is an essay, spoken word, but it just is…

I’ve been considered gullible for a long time. I’m sort of ashamed to admit that now. I mean as a child, it seemed when it came to trusting people, I had all book sense and no common sense. At least that’s what my mother used to say. As I’ve grown, I realized that this supposed gullibility is my attempt at “righting” so much wrong in my world. When I think back, I can’t help but remember always being in the middle…always wanting to keep the peace…always caught between two evils that I for some reason wanted to be a part of…whether it was an argument between my mother and her sister or my mother and my great aunt or my mother and myself…I was caught…so I learned to develop a great escape…I learned to be a peace-maker…I thought that was the thing Jesus would want me to do and the thing that should be done. I lived in a perpetual “meantime” not my own…just caught wondering the maze of everyone else’s opinions and desires…not truly being happy with my own decisions or even knowing whether the decisions I made were indeed my own. I was confused and blind by a desire to be “liked” shrouded by the need to really feel love…to know love…to receive love…that love was promised but never received…talked about, but never retrieved…that love that was unconditional…not woven by whether I was wrong or right…that love not tempted by fight or flight…I wanted to be loved because it seemed I had so much to give…to be loved so much that I was willing to give…my life…my opinion…myself for any inkling in return of what resembled…what words even penciled…would be…could be…should be love…yet, as years have passed and bitterness set it’s root, one so faithful took it not moot that love could be…would be…should be unconditional…not some whimsical fairytale with picturesque memories drawn from a heart that had no chambers…no one could blame this heart had a reason to be broken…words that were unspoken and dreams were revoked and this heart had cause…unwilling to pause for a second, a moment, a chance to think that love would give glance…hadn’t love been a mere figment anyway? Hadn’t love been ripped away over and over…dragging the pieces against her will and there gasping life’s last breath love spilled…over and over and over until in the meantime she found You.

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©2015 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

Grace to Begin Again

After avoiding the trend

Being Out and In

Out and In Again

Love Dared Near

A dream Fulfilled

Eagerness willed

A gift held so dear

In wait she prayed

While others games played

Yet, hers, He alone had made

Only one was due

Only one who’d pursue

Her needs in every way

In head plans were made

In heart desire stayed

But along her reasons changed

The finger of love

Direct from above

Crafted him wise beyond age

A firm, handsome fellow

One calm and mellow

Unlike those of a past

Of which the fiend had masked

But her Father knew who she needed

After years left defeated

She needed one who would last

In tears of anguish

Masking an endless pang which

She’d hidden so well for so long

A cry of desperation

No desire to live lone until expiration

He reintroduced her to His throne

Taught her a secret

Sure that she’d keep it

That love starts at home

Answered were her prayers indeed

Gone, the need to endlessly plead

A longing for a helping hand

A listening ear, one to understand

That where she’d been she dreamed to go no more

One to know all she’d been looking for

With prayer her heart had been repaired

With faith her mind no longer impaired

Her request now fulfilled

Now as God originally willed

Her decision made to let him in

Humbly, she accepted the grace to begin again.

©2014 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

The Decision to Kill Myself

So I decided to hasten to His voice

Granted by choice

Ignoring logic for longing

My heart

Time to part

My preference made

Expense paid

Not by ordinary means

Though a norm it seems

My demise-inevitable

One unforgettable

One a world to see

My new reality

My seed will be well

No tears will swell

No lips tremble

My departure – simple

Gone from the toils of yesteryear

His yoke taken –no burden of fear

Memories fade of wrongs suffered

Forgiveness recovered

His life for mine

Now I gladly give

I died to self so for Christ I live.

©2013 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved

I die every day–I mean that, brothers—just as surely as I glory over you in Christ Jesus our Lord.

1 Corinthians 15:31

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