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Who this Lady Wants!

Funny it’s probably been two months since I wrote most of this, but today God’s given me permission to post it.

I was tickled last week when my pastor mentioned an upcoming relationship series entitled “what a woman wants/what a man needs.” I thought, SPOILER ALERT!  It won’t be the first time my posts and private devotion have matched the sermon message so I’m on the right track or at the very least great minds think alike.  Anyway, I suppose some insecurities had to die in me first so here goes.

So the question was posed on social media recently:

Question of the Day:

What are single women of God looking for in a husband?  Yes I know a man who finds a wife finds a good thing, but women, what type man are you praying finds you? Define some characteristics of a good Godly man.  Let the conversation begin. I’d love to hear your opinions.

And so began my synopsis…

In all seriousness…it got me to thinking about who I really want as a husband…so I penned…

A while back when I was asked this question, I answered, “I want a man who loves God more than he could ever love me,” but over the years God showed me that while on the surface my request seemed humble and even sincere, it was a shell of what my heart truly desired.

So God had to get with me…to show me I wasn’t being real…that my request was made out of an extreme place.

Since my ex-husband and I were spiritually unequally yoked  I figured I was taking the best approach with my request, but then I began working at a marriage ministry. Who knew you could be unequally yoked with another Christian? While there I found myself witnessing countless malnourished ministerial marriages. Husbands had forgotten God said for them to love their wives. I mean Christ already died for the church, yet first ladies had become permanent figures on a pedestal instead of the relational and fun-loving women God designed them to be. There was no balance!

Yet, the reality I loathed was closer to home than I cared to admit even before I married my now ex-husband. I hated the dead air between the union of my former in-laws. How I despise fakeness! A married couple should never sleep in separate bedrooms.  I still remember leaning on the hallway wall in shock over this man-made marital mess! But somewhere down the line codependent tendencies lured me into the mindset so many reading this feel, “well at least we’re still together!”

Seriously? For real? This thinking goes well beyond just wanting to be happy! At its core, it’s a surrendering of one’s willingness to be Healthy…so for a long while I decided I did it wrong twice so why bother getting to know another disappointment?

Wow…pretty negative, huh? Exactly! Absolutely! Bitterness is what led that thought and what caged my heart from even God’s delicate touch for so long.

Yes, I even kept God at arm’s length because I refused to admit that yes, I desired the type of marriage God intended.

Sure, I haven’t been bitter with men for a long while, but until now I hadn’t had the courage to admit what this girl wants…yes who I want in a husband!

I want to marry my best friend. I want to have things in common with him only he and I know about one another. I want to be able to go out dressed to the nines or dressed down and never feel like I can’t be myself with him. I want to be spoiled with affection. Quality time has always been my preference above quantity.  Let’s face it sometimes I don’t want to be bothered either. I want a man who will appreciate my assets and minister to me in the areas where I perceive I lack. I want him to understand that though I’m tough, my truest form is delicate. I want him to take the time listen. I don’t expect him to understand.I know our brains are wired differently, but I want him to make the effort. I want him to do spontaneous and romantic little things just because he cherishes my presence. I want him to love my children as his own. When I walk into a room full of people, I want him to look at me like I’m the only one in the room. I want him to be vulnerable enough to not just cry in front of me, but for his heart to feel so safe joined with mine that he is comfortable to even allow those tears to flow in my lap if need be.  I want a husband who not only knows me, but who knows that the only way he truly do so is with Our Heavenly Father’s permission-that access to my heart is only granted because of his own growing relationship with Christ. He must be willing to grow with me spiritually, emotionally, and exponentially. I want my husband to be humble enough to pray, wait, and listen to God’s response in how he can love me best…in every way…to pray for me to receive all he has to offer…to pray with me daily…to never be ashamed of my testimony or threatened by my gifts or accomplishments. I want to admire my husband’s brilliant mind, but laugh myself silly with him just because. I want someone who protects me and who trusts his judgement of me if his family disagrees with his choice to marry me. I want my husband to understand the importance of family time as a priority.  I want him to understand that our time together alone is a priority even above the children. I really suppressed myself in my former marriage and I don’t ever want to feel as if I need to resort to that again. I want to my suitable complement.  I want someone who isn’t afraid to challenge me in love or be challenged by me in the same way. I want someone who’s been through something, but not still broken from past failures. I want someone who is vulnerable enough to admit they have fallen before, yet humble enough to understand God is who helped him get back up. I don’t want someone afraid to be themselves because I can smell a counterfeit. I always have.  I was just too broken before so I settled. I don’t want a man who is money hungry.  I can’t stand arrogance. I like nice things and I appreciate a man who works to get those things, but those things shouldn’t have him because those things don’t move me.

Man, take me for ice cream to laugh and listen…I’m good. The little things matter.

God’s let me know whoever my husband is desires children of his own. I desire more children as well so that’s no problem. However, I don’t want to go it alone. I want him to be there for the doctor’s appointments and the delivery.  I want him with me when picking furniture for the nursery. I want him to want to be there and not to just feel obligated. I want to know he means what he says. He must be honest. Even brutal honesty is better than a lie. I’ve said before I don’t want to date any man but my husband so my desire is to be courted. Old school for real…ask your Father permission…treats me like the lady I am all the time…kind of courtship…

Yeah…that is a lot, but I know God has him reserved for me because He wouldn’t have allowed me to finally express who this lady wants otherwise. I know God is able and since He gave me permission to request it, I know He’ll connect me in time with who He’s chosen to be by my side as my husband. Until then, I’m loving doing me because while God’s permitted me to desire what I want in my husband, I’ve finally submitted to His teaching on becoming the wife that he needs as well.

©2017 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

Just Be Fearless

A few weeks ago I stood in awe of how one prayer seemed to transform my being from an insecure shell of a woman into a confident tigress!  

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…A bit Dramatic I know, but I found myself making plans to go jet skiing next month and if God says the same I will!!!

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For years I had been afraid of heights, spiders, and things that goes bump in the night.  Yet, a few weeks ago, it occurred to me that I hadn’t always been afraid of them.

I couldn’t understand why I started being so fearful. I mean when I was a kid, I used to catch spiders and climb trees!  I had never been bitten by a poisonous spider…well when I was pregnant with Kayla I was bitten by something, but it was never identified.

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I still haven’t put my finger on it, but I do know now that it is not the way I was meant to live. I mean I just cracked out of my self-imposed shell of introversion recently so things really feel new to me.  

I guess I can understand why Jesus said for us to be child-like.  

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Children are fearless because they are naturally trusting. Children believe that the one who created them will never hurt intentionally hurt them. For whatever reason over time, I failed to recognize for too long the same is true of my Heavenly Father’s care for me. 

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Whatever the case, I’ve come to realize that I’m alive for a reason and I can’t  fully embrace  what I’m called to do if I’m too fearful to step out of my comfort zone. So I’ve decided to just be fearless! 

©2016 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

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.

Know Who You Are!

So Ladies and Gents, I’m trying something new…please like and share!

Love ya!

 

Give it a Year to Produce!

Pump your emotional brakes! When considering courtship, understand time is on your side. Watch out for those who try to convince you to make a quick decision! We know better typically when we consider a large purchase like a car or a home, but for whatever reason when it comes to dating or selecting friends, we tend to rush our judgement! Why is that?

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I’m not condemning you! In fact, had I actually followed the advice I am giving you now, my then would have been mightily different. But of course I don’t mind that matter. I wouldn’t be able to help you do better had I not done the contrary so trust I’m good with my past…

Moving On…

Give it a year! The first step of making a good decision with regard to whom you will allow to join you on your journey to destiny is that you must be whole!

If you’re whole you are free to proceed…

However, just in case you are not sure if you are whole, let me explain who a whole person is…

Above are just a few details…of course there are many more, but you get my drift…

Just in case you are not there yet…this is for you:

Don’t just pump your brakes…Pull over and get off the road! You need to spend quality time with the Lord so that you can get your emotional, spiritual, and mental health in line with God’s intention for you.

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Now, in case you are where I am and beyond…let’s use a gardening analogy for a moment…

…on giving it a year…When you give yourself time to allow the relationship to organically grow, you are not left with blind assumptions on the fruit expected!

That said, a year gives you the opportunity to observe the fruit in all seasons! How else are you going to know whether your investment is the right choice?

For example: We all have off seasons, but in the natural if the fruit you desire to receive is oranges, the last thing you want to do is get lemons…

Get this…agriculturally lemons and oranges grow in the same areas, produce fruit, and have lovely leaves. They are even similar in appearance! Yes, both of these bad boys produce lovely white flowers.

However, if you taste an orange and then a lemon, you definitely know the difference…AM I RIGHT?

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Oranges are sweet and are consumed as “fresh” fruit while lemons have a strong, sour taste and are best consumed in small quantities, if at all. However, lemons can be still be appreciated because they also have the ability to bring other flavors (circumstances) together.

Yes, both have important uses!  So before you allow a permanent scowl take residence on your face and in your heart, consider the intention of the thing.

What Does That Mean???

Well,  ladies and gents, you can’t have lemonade without lemons so now is not the time to regret who you have dated or befriended in your past because they left a sour taste in your mouth in a prior season. Consider what those relationships taught you about YOU.

Yes, I meant YOU.

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When you focus on what the relationship taught you about the other person involved, you miss the lesson!

Frankly, if your pattern has been one of shopping for oranges and you keep getting lemons, the issue is not the fruit or its source. After all, the fruit is doing exactly the only thing it can do…Be fruit…Consequently, you are the one who needs to change your perspective.

Don’t Be Misled by the Outside!

As mentioned earlier, in the natural, lemon trees and orange trees produce similar-looking flowers and leaves. Agriculturally, however, there are still a few distinct features to be aware of so there’s no confusion. Lemon trees grow less than half the size of orange trees. What’s more is that Lemon trees have thorns!

download (11)Consider this question: Are you so focused on the exterior of a potential partner that you failed to even question the kind of fruit that he or she will produce? Better yet, have you taken the time to ask the manufacturer for verification BEFORE you invest?

Basically…

  • Have you prayed about him or her?
  • Have you waited for a response?
  • Have you heeded the warning?

If you cannot answer yes to those three questions, then unfortunately it is likely you will continue to receive the wrong fruit. Remember, insanity is doing the same thing over and over, but expecting different results. You simply cannot make a lemon sweet just as you cannot make a broken person whole. Only God can do that!

Newsflash: YOU ARE NOT JESUS JR!!!

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Your best bet with dating or when exploring a new friendship is to observe the prospect for at least a year to ensure you are getting what you desire. Otherwise, you will be forever trying to make sweet what was ultimately not designed for your consumption. That said, since God allows us free will, in His doing so, He allows us to encounter some sour experiences in relationships occasionally.

Nevertheless,  even these were not meant to discourage you from abandoning your efforts. Rather, the sour experiences you faced before were meant as a part of the process. Regardless of your relational status now, before you invest in a relationship, your chances of receiving exactly what you expect is best when you wait long enough to see the fruit your choice has produced rather than taking a chance on ending up with another sour situation.

©2016 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

 

 

Are you ready to receive your request?

Several years ago, I remember when my children brought two lab-mix puppies home begging to keep them.  They made all sorts of promises–“We’ll take care of them, they were free!” they said.  I gave in…Besides the kids did say they’d do their part, right? WRONG! Two weeks later, the reality of my decision set in… I had two new puppies! 

I wasn’t prepared at all. Nights of endless whining and yelping quickly proved that. Sure, I had a book to help, but had I read it?

Somewhat!

Had I followed the instructions that I’d actually read?

Not really.

Had I given up and tried things my way?

Yes, most definitely.

In retrospect, I can see just how unprepared I’d been for what I’d allowed in my home. Had I taken more time to consider the situation and weigh my options perhaps I would have opted out altogether.

I mean, I’ve asked the Lord for years to perfect my gifts, to grant me favor, to anoint me for His glory. And most recently, I’ve asked Him to allow me to be the wife of a suitable partner. I’m grateful He has done all of the above with the exception of the latter.  Still, I realize that with every request there are inevitable responsibilities. Time and effort is needed to excel and steward that request properly.

The bottom line is this. We simply must get to a place where we ask ourselves some important questions before we even think about asking God a thing:

  1. Do I have a plan in place to maximize God’s glory?
  2. Is my plan in line with what God desires for my life?

I already know what you’re thinking…what’s the difference? Well, there are several things you can do to maximize God’s glory.  For instance, I’ve prayed in the spirit for my daughter when she was ill. It glorified God because I trusted Him to do what only He could through me. I laid hands on her and yes, she literally was healed-it was an earache- and as small as that seems—we went to the doctor and the infection was gone…hadn’t had to go back since- that was almost ten years ago… that was a miraculous healing, but healing is not my spiritual gift so for me to go and start laying hands on everybody would not be be in line with God’s desires for my life. So yes, there IS a difference!  As Paul put it in 1 Cor. 7-11:

A demonstration of the Spirit is given to each person to produce what is beneficial: to one is given a message of wisdom through the Spirit, to another, a message of knowledge by the same Spirit, to another, faith by the same Spirit, to another, gifts of healing by one Spirit, to another, the performing of miracles, to another, prophecy, to another, distinguishing between spirits, to another, different kinds of languages, to another, interpretation of languages,.  But one and the same Spirit is active in all these, distributing to each person as He wills.” (HCSB)

Now if we haven’t seriously pondered those questions and come up with a unnanimous “yes” in response, we should understand just how unready we may be for our request….I’m a witness  that we must ask God for wisdom to determine His will for our lives instead of doing what we want to do and expecting God to play by our terms.  For instance, when we ask for a house or a car, we first have a responsibility to believe He is able.  Then we need to prepare ourselves to be a good steward over what we’ve been blessed with—side note—I need to wash my car.

That said, before we ask for what we think we want and need of God, we must be sure that our motives are pure and that we are absolutely ready for what or who we request. Otherwise a gift given too soon is not a gift at all, it’s a problem.

So if  nothing else, consider your response if God says yes. Will you be ready?

Delays and Detours: Not Now Doesn’t Mean Not Ever!

Single Lane Ramp…Use  Caution! Lane Closures Ahead…Expect Delays…Merge Now!

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You might have found yourself involuntary acquainted with these signs on the road. I simply must add an additional half-hour or more to my commute to make it wherever lately. It’s been a frustrating, yet necessary daily process that the “powers that be” deem will make the rest of the journey a lot smoother so I endure.  I couldn’t help but consider this situation through a relational lens though.

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The way you embrace your season of singleness has a way of shifting your perspective on a lot. That said…Not now doesn’t mean not ever!

I have learned to gracefully accept this notion.  My delay has been for my own good. God was protecting me…FROM ME!!!  And if I’m more honest, He was also protecting my future spouse from me too. Yes, I said that and meant that. Honesty is a beautiful thing!  Since I’m brutally honest anyway…

Stop counting the days! The weeks! The years! The others who have gotten married although you feel like you’ve been dropped on the island of misfit toys! (Yes, Grammarians, I know those are fragments…moving on…)

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What we deem as “long enough” may be in God’s estimation, “just getting started.” I’m not trying to discourage your dating exploits. Rather, I want you to get to the root of the matter of “you.” After all, of the failed marriages and relationships you may have experienced, there is one common denominator:

YOU!

I’m not calling you out without considering my own journey now so don’t get it twisted…I have had to get reacquainted with myself too…And yes, I’m still single.  While I know my own single season is coming to a close soon, the difference between my now and my then is that before I was just healed.  Now I am healed and whole! There is a difference!

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Yes,hurt people hurt people, and even healed people heal people.  Regardless, even a whole person CAN NOT make another person whole! Only Christ can fill the voids in you so you are suitable for the man or woman He has designed to complement you.

That means the issue here is not how long you have experienced a delay in your “wait” for a mate. Rather, God’s concern is whether you are whole and whether the person He intends for you is also whole. The detours and delays are there merely because construction is in process and until the roads are clear–meaning both parties are emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and yes even physically ready to receive one another– your safety and the safety of others requires you to take alternate routes at times. And yes, just like in traffic, it will take a little longer to get to your destination than you may have originally intended.

Have you allowed God authorization to reconstruct you?

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Detours and Delays!!! Who needs ’em? Who wants ’em?

In a way, we all do and don’t. No, I’m not contradicting myself…just take the meat and spit out the bones. What I mean is that though we generally do not want to be delayed in any process, especially relationships, detours are necessary sometimes to ensure we actually complete the process safely. If a bridge is out and there is no lane closure, the results would be catastrophic! It’s not very different from the results of a romantic relationship that lacks boundaries. So the next time you see the sign to detour when considering a potential dating partner, make the decision to take it with grace and expect delays knowing that not now does not mean not ever.

©2016 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

 

Last Night I had a MOMent

On the heels of two blessings I was not expecting, the enemy tried again and thought he’d won, but never. I thank God for His word and reminding me that I have no business allowing the enemy to blindside me with foolishness. I was reminded that life and death is in the power of the tongue. I found myself saying things and thinking things I knew were not true of my seed…Pain can make you do and say stupid stuff. Yet, I refuse to allow the enemy to dissuade me from what My God already showed me. My Father is faithful. My Father promised me life more abundantly so I suppose the enemy was running out of options yet again. I know God is my provider and my father…He is even my husband in this season and my children’s father as well. Yes, the battlefield is the mind, but I’m strapped and covered from head to toe with all that God provides for my protection. I rejoice in the knowledge that God is in control and that HE alone directs my paths. I refuse to allow my mind to succumb to worry or doubt period. My son and daughter are successful and are blessings sent directly from my Father.

Heavenly Father,

Thank You for giving me the ability to give the devil a black eye with my smile. Father, thank You for restoring the years that were destroyed by the canker worm. Thank You for preparing me for this transition. Thank You for allowing me to be wise in every decision from here forward. Thank You for allowing me the charge to pray for the Man of God. Thank You for my future husband and our ministry. Thank You for the ministry that You have allowed Your angels to provide to me in this moment and every other moment my flesh seeks to outweigh my spirit. Thank You for always reminding me that GREATER IS HE IN ME THAN HE THAT IS IN THE WORLD. THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME AND ALLOWING ME TO BE A BLESSING. THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME SO MUCH DADDY! THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME THE COMFORT OF YOUR ARMS. THANK YOU FOR NOT ALLOWING MY FOOT TO STUMBLE AND THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING THE CALL YOU HAVE ON MY LIFE TO HELP OTHERS WHO HAVE STUMBLED UP TO THEIR FEET!!! GLORY TO YOUR NAME! THANK YOU FOR MY CONFIDENCE! THANK YOU FOR DETERMINATION. THANK YOU FOR GRACE. THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME THAT I AM THE APPLE OF YOUR EYE! THANK YOU FOR FAVORING ME IN SPITE OF ME!

YOUR LOVELY DAUGHTER,

SO IT ALL IS

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