Better Not Bitter

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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.

For God Alone

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I marveled this morning as the Lord doused my being with His Holiness….His insurmountable presence on the drive into work…yes I said to work…not a job, for the work we do is to honor God and to endure what we must to allow His light to shine regardless of what that task entails.

It seemed that everyone in my home this morning was in a sour mood, except me. I admit, most days in the past when things weren’t as clean as I’d expected or instructed the night before, I was the one who was a tyrant.

Yet, this morning and the one before, I woke up singing.  I was moved to worship. I was taken back to my first love…I was reminded of what I used to do that had gotten me through some things others cringe to even think that I have endured. I sang…I smiled…I cleaned the messes that were left from the prior night without accusing anyone or speaking negatively about being unappreciated under my breath.


I suppose I not only saw myself as God sees me, but for the first time in a long while, I saw God above everything around me.  As I exited my garage yesterday, Kayla was a bit antsy because she has some important tests to take. Despite her attitude, I recalled the prayer I said aloud to bless my day and my children especially.

I hadn’t done that in a while either.

That truth alone could have easily been a reason for me to feel bad for what I hadn’t done, but I couldn’t. I finally knew why I had no room to feel sorry for myself as I inched further down the road towards the expressway.  I said it aloud too.  I cannot recall it verbatim, but the gist of it was,

It’s impossible to get distracted by the bills and problems that compete for your attention when you worship God!!!

At the red light, my daughter responded a bit smug, but she’s approaching adolescence so I wasn’t phased by her demeanor,

“I don’t understand what you are saying, that’s something for you and Mrs. Tesa to discuss.”

At that moment, I said, ” You used to understand.”

Again, that could have led my mind to despair in the days, weeks, and years that had gone by that I hadn’t taken the time and prayed with, read the bible with, and taught her and my son the word of God, like I used to do.  Yet, I couldn’t be distracted.  Instead I heard myself saying, “but I planted the seed, and though I hadn’t nurtured it as before, I just need to get back to work.”

Then something dynamic happened again…I was filled with joy all over again as if I’d been given one of those big “grandma loves you hugs!” Except this hug was from my daddy….My heavenly Father…My God…My King!!!

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I felt like whatever I’d done and hadn’t done didn’t matter…because it doesn’t…and it didn’t.

I just began singing again…I began singing, Here, I am to worship…Here I am to bow down, Here I am to say that You are God!”  You’re altogether Holy, altogether Lovely, Altogether Wonderful to me…Tears of joy overwhelmed me as she sat in silence for the remainder of that drive.

Now it all makes sense!

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I thank God for allowing me to consider His grace and allowing several verses in Ephesians arrest my attention this morning instead of all the other things that could have.

The fact that I “couldn’t” be distracted by those things simply meant that they were not significant enough to really matter in that moment.  It made me wonder why I’d wasted so many other “moments” in my past worrying about them in the first place.

Regardless, it’s refreshing to know the power God’s given me to not only ignore the fruitless attempts of the enemy to run my life, but to also fully embrace the grace to choose to have joy in spite of them.

I admit, I’ve slacked in some areas.  Yet, even that can’t separate me from My Heavenly Father’s loving grasp.  And right about now…I’m just honored to do anything I can for God alone.

©2015 Nadia Davis. All Rights Reserved.

Yet, I will rejoice! (Hope for the Fatherless)

This morning as I drove my son to school for his last semester exam a radio commercial mentioned the upcoming holiday that I’ve had both the privilege and burden of bearing alone, Father’s Day.

My son, simply stated, “Oh that’s right, this Sunday is Father’s Day!”

                    Silence…                                                                                                                      hands

The next two minutes were heavy and empty.  My son was the first to pierce the cloud of confusion and hurt obviously coursing through both our veins with, “Mama, you’re going too fast!”  I rebuffed, that I was coasting, that I had taken my foot off the gas and that I had to pump my brakes before coming to a complete stop.  This was my measly excuse.  Yet, in my mind, I kept thinking of the decisions I’d made and how I had indeed made them too fast, that I hadn’t taken the time to pump my brakes, but instead, stopped some things abruptly, jolting me into consequences I hadn’t intended.  The opposite of the advice I’d attempted to give him today.

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Regardless, the result of one of my choices sat across from me, needing me in ways that I felt incapable of fulfilling.  I was no man! How on earth could I possibly continue to raise one alone?  I’d been confronted with so many blatant reminders of just how emotionally inept I’d been.  I knew I’d not made him by myself, yet, a quick glance over the memories of my heart, regurgitated the reality that though I’d been married, not once, but twice, for the past 16 years of his life and the 11 of my daughter’s included, I’d been a single parent.


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Funny how hindsight produces such perfect vision! Before, my son’s father used to attempt contact, but now, when it seemed my son really needed, “someone to talk to,” a disappearing act is his preference. This morning, I felt that tinge again….one mixed with anger and resentment…one drenched in regret and longing…one with the knowledge that I alone had no ability to fix for a son who undoubtedly felt much of the same pain, but likely on a deeper level than I had.  I had no answers why his father decided he didn’t actually need to be one anymore. I didn’t want to bad mouth him.  I didn’t want to see his tears. I didn’t want to imagine that my decision led to this fate. So I silently fumed as we continued to our destination. Thanks to a long night of Disney movies, my daughter was tuckered out in the back seat so when my son exited the vehicle I had no distractions. I was left alone with my thoughts, with my prayers, with unshed tears.  I arrived at work and immediately felt my frustration surface as I jostled my daughter’s knee to wake her from her solace. She joined me at work today, but in that moment, I suddenly didn’t feel like going to work. I would have preferred to crawl inside myself instead…to hide the tension worn on my brow.  I exhaled and she finally responded with a slurred, “Mama, I’m up…I’m waiting on you.”

I directed her to her own little corner of my world amid the abbreviated peckings on keyboards and the constant chime of unanswered calls.  It was too early for that. She retreated to her Nook as only I wished I could. To go anywhere, but here.  Anywhere, but where I was expected to “act” normal as if the impending “holiday” didn’t only promise a forecast of gloom and turmoil in a home I’d worked so hard over the years to keep sane.

My son was much older now. Three years had passed so I no longer could use the excuse:

I’m sure your dad is just really busy with work now.


He’s got a lot going on

would no longer be good enough.


He’s trying to get back on his feet

wouldn’t suffice either.

My head thumped with options that led to nowhere. The conversation would be inevitable.  Recco would want to know why.  I didn’t have the answer.  I hated that I wasn’t able to prepare a response.

With Kayla settled, I slouched in my chair, starred at two screens, both as empty as the answers I’d concocted for the “discussion” that was sure to come this weekend.  One where I knew a call wouldn’t come, a visit would be unheard of, and the thud of my son’s anger would pound every last nerve in my body. Tears refused to gather, so with what strength I had left at 8 am this morning I opened my bible.  I had no destination. There was no divine scripture reference that came to mind.  Only, a passing car’s license plate reminded me to “PRZGOD” In the moment, I hadn’t words to express what I really felt because my son was beside me, but as I indiscriminately thumbed the pages of “My Father’s” words, my eyes rested on a passage that had been underlined. I can honestly say that I hadn’t recalled the day I’d done it, though I could only assume that I had since, it was my bible.  The passage was Psalm 10:14(NIV):

But You, O God, do see trouble and grief; You consider it to take it in hand.  The victim commits himself to You; You are the helper of the fatherless.


In that moment, I exhaled. I smiled.  I rejoiced in the truth that God had not only kept me able to step in and be mom and pop when I had to be for the past 16 years, but He also made me willing. He reminded me in one verse that though an earthly version hadn’t been willing to reside in the slot by my side as a father for my children yet, that My Heavenly Father indeed had never left it.

Yes, I’m a single mother and yes I may have some hard questions, looks, and tears to face in the days ahead, but I’ve decided to rejoice anyway! It’s my prayer that the rest of you single mom’s do the same.  So make it a Happy Father’s Day and Smile, because Your Daddy in Heaven thinks you’re the apple of His eye!


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