Un-Arrest Your Development

I suppose I have resisted this place for some time now….but I cannot continue to run away from the inner most parts of myself a moment longer. So I thought to myself yesterday that yes, perhaps I should have my head examined after all….everyone seems to think they know me…I consider the shear ignorance of it all and I’m baffled and drained in an instant. I recall all too vividly the moment I decided my fascination with the recluse…yes, I’m speaking of the spider…once I wasn’t afraid of them…once I was so fascinated with these critters that I simply observed one meandering across my foot as a child. I had no fear…I distinctly recall thinking, wow, a violin shape on its back so I didn’t move…again, not from fear but wonder that it thought my brown skin just an extension of the dark carpet it sought to camouflage its movement…

Have I too found a means of camouflaging my movement by blending in with a society still so foreign to my thinking? With my being? And after this morning’s devotional, the face in the mirror staring at me had something else in common with what I now know is absolutely toxic when threatened…over the years I learned to do one of two things when bothered…hide or attack with a most treacherous bite…one that might merely sting initially, but later is evidence of the tragic encounter…it has been a while since I dared to inflict such pain on an innocent bystander…it seems instead my thoughts at times have taken a liking to my own flesh instead…I consider this sort of cannibalism not a bad thing because piece by piece my purpose requires the old me to methodically die…to bleed out and breathe her last…the she I once was is and has always been an unnecessary shell…so with silence and time I have been forced into a molting process…so as my purpose expands and my hunger grows more insatiable, the case that once housed me with fears and procrastination no longer fits this body…so I peel the layers as the decaying flesh with every step forward…still there is pain within this process….it has been an ugly transition so far…so much care must be administered…the wound must be covered but the wrong covering only leads to festering…so my heart longs for a covering that allows me to breathe…one who like me has endured the growing pains with resistance….a most horrible season of selfish discovery…so I found my eyes begging for the strength to allow my wounds to be uncovered…for my being to be unashamed…for my mind to be in agreement…with what my heart already knew…and the layer of resistance fades with every step…

Release is the necessary conclusion in wholeness…Still detoxification drains…purpose requires effort I had not always been willing to surrender…the face confronted in the mirror of God’s word wasn’t the same one reflected in my bathroom this morning…the latter “she” was a discontent soul…but she’s no longer allowed in my sphere of influence…

And my heart’s anthem shook me out of my stupor with a command,

“UN-ARREST YOUR DEVELOPMENT!” 

So I combed through the manual until my eyes met a familiar yet necessary venue: Father, please teach me how…

 

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Just Breathe

 

I hadn’t had to use an inhaler for years, but last night I couldn’t breathe…or so I thought. In retrospect, I understand that the last time I really took a breath was longer ago than I care to remember. I suppose I had gotten used to inhaling the toxicity of my yesterdays and so when I was introduced with the freshness of the air I’ve encountered lately, my lungs…no my heart…didn’t know exactly what to do with itself…with myself…with my new norm…

At 1 am I was awakened and it became clear that I should just breathe…that being served is not a crime and that I’d been groomed for this role for at least nine years…hmmm…nine equals harvest…Harvest equals hard work….Harvest equals Heart Work…God has had me in spiritual boot camp and all the while I assumed it was to strengthen me for battle, but the reality is that He was using the issues I’ve faced to weaken me for Worship. I realized the other night at the No Regrets Conference that my best and truest form before my Father and even before others is weakness…that I not only accept that which I cannot do in my own strength, but that I use the pain of my past to fuel my purpose in my present.  It is in my weakness that God shows Himself strong. It is in my weakness that real transparency heals the hearts of others. It is in my weakness that I am keenly aware that I alone am nothing without the breath of God…that all the gifts I possess would be fruitless if God had not been so gracious to stir the hearts of those on the receiving end of them.

So I’m learning to exhale the negative in exchange for the positive…to release the pain to receive the promise…I have finally let go of the loss to redeem the love…that I know now I need and deserve.

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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! 

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Appreciate the Detour and Move Forward

It has taken some time, but I believe I’m finally getting the point. The last year and a half of my life has been an ever-winding path of detours and distractions. To my family and friends it may have appeared that I was a female version of Abraham…that I had insurmountable faith. Rather, now that I think about it, a closer assessment of my actions might have them thinking that I was just downright crazy for packing up and leaving my home in Little Rock because “God told me to do so.”  They thought I had no plan B.

I’m not that Holy. Perhaps, a little bit that crazy at times though. 

I have always been a risk taker. God knows His children well. I had a plan B. It wasn’t that I had so much faith in God that I knew He would take care of me. Deep down I knew He would provide, however, I assumed that He’d already done so by way of a fledgling relationship of sorts that cropped up from the internet. I remember a co-worker resorting to online dating and I remember my judgement.

That is crazy…stupid…dangerous…Isn’t it amazing how we judge others on the things that we do ourselves? I’ve since repented of course. I suppose one might say I did so before I decided to attempt that cyber connection, however, honestly I believe I still judged her and myself simultaneously. In fact, I know I did because there were things about that relationship that I wouldn’t tell my closest friend. She wouldn’t judge me but she definitely was the voice of reason I needed to heed.

Basically, I had tapped into a completely new level of stupid.

Now, I’m not judging anyone but myself here. I can say it now because I’ve learned from the experience.

I have made a lot of mistakes. I left my job because I knew that indeed was God’s will. I knew I was supposed to move back to Memphis for at least a year prior to my doing so. I just wasn’t sure of the steps to take.

I’m not saying that God tricked me to get me here, but I will say that when it comes to fulfilling your purpose God has a way of getting you there by any means necessary. So my means included me being involved in a fictitious and financially abusive nightmare, but it taught me something new about myself and my God. Yes, the lesson was painful, but I wouldn’t trade the experience because I know that my story is more powerful because of what I have endured.

Many more women will be freed from this type of bondage because I went through it. As the saying goes, who cares how much you know-they want to know how much you care…How could I genuinely care if I hadn’t walked in the same shoes…through the same valley? 

So yep, I’ve been a nomad for nearly two years…technically homeless for a time…but I’m being restored because of this testimony. The word is true that we overcome by the blood of the lamb and by the word of our testimony.

Though my path to destiny hasn’t been an easy one, I know it was simply God’s way of teaching me another way to impact lives for His glory. I guess what I’m saying is I appreciate the detours and I’m ready to move forward.

It’s Already Done!!!

I’m not exactly sure how long it’s been since I’ve written about a lesson God showed me through my daughter, but I feel like this one deserves some attention.

“It’s already ready so why do you want to add more time to it?”

As usual a simple question was met with a powerful revelation!

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Yes, I realize I didn’t have to share exactly what she was heating up, but for the sake of  those moms like me who occasionally feed their kids just about anything in the morning to get out the door, I left that in there for guiltless pleasure…

Anyway, she timed it for a minute and a half. However, as she got on her shoes she asked me to add another 30 seconds after the timer stopped.

My response was not just what I needed to say, but also what I needed to hear.images (12)

I stood in front of the microwave this morning pondering whether I should comply with my daughter’s request or just give her what she anticipated without considering her concerns. I opened the door, looked at the contents and said to her instead,

“I believe it’s already done.”

Still, she insisted the contents needed extra time so I finally did as she requested.

This little scenario can be applied in so many ways! Yet, I’ll cover it all in one word:

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I could see what my daughter needed was ready for her to receive it when I opened the door, but she still insisted delaying the process because not only could she not see what I saw, but she also assumed that what she desired was not ready and she did not bother to check the progress. I can only imagine her reason for abandoning the option of receiving it later rather than right then was the same reason I had been delaying things in my life relationally. She too had been disappointed with prematurely trying to receive what wasn’t made ready for her.

Isaiah 43:19

19 See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.

Perhaps at one point I really did need more time to process things, to ingest things, to receive things, or even to desire things, but since I’ve set my heart and mind to be in alignment with My Heavenly Father, I realize that more time to fulfill my destiny is no longer necessary.

Simply put…

It’s Already Done!!!

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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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The Beat of Forgiveness

So the other day I had a moment…of hysterics some might say…of desperation others might insist…of uncertainty and humility I admit…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 was my 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?

Would I dare understand, how desperate his desire is to escape…The complex thrust upon him against his will…Would I be so willing to foot the bill?

Kindness squandered as so many had done to me before, I imagine he and I share this plague…so grieved…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.”

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Resolve to Receive

I had some really great post ideas yesterday and then I got busy with the everything of life and I completely forgot what I wanted to say.  It was a worthy opponent for my attention though. I shared laughs with my son and songs with my daughter.

So I was determined to still post something today because it is the first year of a new year and why not. It’s what bloggers do isn’t it? I mean we write about stuff associated with themes, holidays, trips, and travels, right? Well, I cannot say that I exactly have writer’s block, but something more interesting is going on in my heart and mind at the moment so I’m just sort of flowing.

So the title I realize now was not exactly meant to be a title perhaps. I believe it was a simple directive. It was definitely from my Father and specifically intended for me. However, as nature would have it, I share. I’m generous so at times I give what’s been given to me before I have the time or patience to digest it. So my amnesia of sorts gave me the time required to ponder the statement before handing it over for your perusal.

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I, like so many other people have begun new things and ideas today. Yet, by next week over half of those intentions will be left unsaid, undone, unfulfilled by many.

I’ve decided that won’t be my lot! So I’ve considered my list. You know the list we all have for our supposed Mr. or Mrs. Right, but then we end up checking off two of the 20 items we desire for the sake of having Mr. or Mrs. Right Now instead. I’ve determined not to settle for less another day in my life. I realize my worth and I know who God has is going to treasure me for me.images (15)

I understand now how important my ability to receive is to my destiny in this moment. So it is my prayer that I don’t take this moment or the many moments that follow for granted…that I make an active effort…to be receptive of the right things and people going forward. I’ve decided that I trim more weight by eliminating unnecessary people and places rather than skipping desserts.

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I love to cook and bake so it’s pretty pointless to say I will completely eliminate sugar from my life this year or any other year. Still whether on my plate or in my relationships, I finally know my limitations. I know my boundaries. I’ve learned to disconnect wisely and proceed with caution when necessary.

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Before I’m sure my fight or flight switch was broken. Now my discernment is heightened. I know it is only because I have resolved to receive the wisdom My Heavenly Father offered. So gone is the stubbornness of my youth and the contention of my heart to “overthink” every step regarding relationships. I know I hear God’s voice clearly. I know more that He loves me too much to allow me to be distracted again by nonsense so for this day…this year….and the years to come, I’ve resolved to receive my covenant partner, my position, and my destiny.perfect love

 

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I had no plans to post, but God

Just words…For those who were not there…I shared a bit of my testimony and for a moment, I cried…but only for a moment…here’s what God placed on my heart a few minutes ago…
This day…I officially receive my title as a Prodigal Mama…be blessed and share if you feel led.
I’ve considered my tears yesterday and though unexpected and brief when providing just a piece of the testimony God’s led me to share…I woke up this morning rejoicing again…that my tears were not of shame or regret…not of pain or worry…that My Tears were of joy…what I didn’t share with everyone then because of time constraints was that the rift between my son and I no longer pains me because I have INTENTIONALLY chosen to love in spite of…I have INTENTIONALLY chosen to FORGIVE in advance of…I have INTENTIONALLY decided to have joy in the MIDDLE OF whatever I face…As Christ through me works, I realize that I have control over one being on this planet…that is me…Though I have influenced many and will influence many more by my actions or inaction, I realize that it is but God who allows me to accept and embrace this transition in promise…Parents have it hard enough…single parents have it harder at times, but as I stated yesterday…God IS A FATHER TO THE FATHERLESS…I’ve learned the more open I am with MY Heavenly Father about the pain I’ve endured, the more quickly I recognize the healing of such. I was not planning on writing all of this, but God has a way of allowing me to bled on pages…I surrender the right to remain silent to Him alone…Be blessed family…whether single parent or not…whether engaged in a happy relationship with your children or in the valley of sibling rivalry and contention….Know that God is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all we can think or imagine…so my prayer for all is collective that we consider our vertical alignment a priority…that doesn’t mean suffocating ourselves in “service projects” and busyness…I’ve been there, done that to my prior detriment…It means to saturate ourselves in WORSHIP…in and out of the presence of God. I am not bragging on myself, but on the mercies of God in that I see the change and development of my own 14 year old daughter because of what she has “witnessed” me doing before the Lord in private…not what she has seen in public. I even see how what I have done in private and my prayers in my son’s presence despite his prior rants have produced. Sometimes you have to confront demonic influence with the light of Christ in action and not just words…Words in deed are powerful, but while our flesh would rather not succumb to “losing a fight” to win the battle…the light of Christ in us gives direct access to do just that…I don’t know who all will need this but in obedience to His leading…I submit. Love you all…be blessed…take it one day at a time and rejoice in every moment…Remember…there is a difference between trying and “making an effort”…The latter requires deliberate intention. If you feel led, share with mothers and fathers who might be in the valley of what they deem is the shadow of death…even in this place…shadows disapate when the light of God is introduced.
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#lovecovers
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Know Who You Are!

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

Love ya!