Change is inevitable. You either move with it, or it moves over you. I’ve decided to move with it. It’s just that time to do so – curating my brand, thoughts, and creative ideas. I started this blog back in 2009, and I want to keep writing about thoughts on living and authentic life. It’s something I value. I also value moving in the direction that is right for me, so you’ll find me writing how a new, self-hosted website. The name is now my own, and you’ll find me at marviadavidson.com. Because being yourself works best when you’re wholly yourself.
I’m grateful for each of you who has followed this blog. I appreciate your support. I invite you to join me there. So come on over.
In the month of October, I’m doing the 31 Days of… writing challenge. It’s Calling the Beloved Home: 31 Days of Excavating Faith. I want to settle in to what it means to be called, to be the beloved, to be a daughter, to be accepted, to be chosen, to be of faith, to be loved, to be forgiven, to be whole, to be authentic, and to belong. What does it mean when all of those things collide? A beautiful mess? Filthy ashes? A phoenix rising? I want to know. Life is too short not to explore and excavate the depths of who we can become.
Today, I give myself permission to fully be. You can do that same for yourself. We are never more alive than when we are most ourselves. We are beautiful stories unfolding.
What is the story you will tell?
I wish for a soft place to land
A home in which embrace is common
And despair is driven to the ground
With the stake of hope
I wish for open arms welcoming
The whole of this human essence
Whimsical, musical, ardent, passionate
And sometimes afraid.
Photo by Jennifer Upton
Writing is hard. You have to show up to your writing station, and write. You have to be diligent and consistent. I struggle with both, but I still like writing. Trying my hand at memoir was the most difficult writing I’ve undertaken because it required I study deeply the story of my life. I’m glad I did it though, because there was much unveiling truth. It was not an easy process, but one that allowed me to grow and gain perspective.
I believe there is healing in the writing and wrestling of difficult things and hard memories. I tackled a few hard things when I wrote my memoir earlier this year.
Broken Egg in Grass by Marvia Davidson
I can’t say I really even like this word, but it’s the one that sums of life at the present moment. So much is broken and in need of repair: thinking, believing, knowing, trusting, doing – they’re broken, so very fragile.
But there is another broken that speaks of life, of freedom, of grace, and restoration. It is the broken body of Christ.
If I’m going to be real then I’m going to write about the intimidation (a lifetime of it hidden from public view). If I’m going to write about what I don’t want to write about then I’m going to write about the experience of story coaching (life changingly good) and being amongst a very, very experienced, well-versed community of writers and feeling like I don’t quite fit in. If I’m going to be honest, then I’m going to write about how I feel so far out of my league. If I’m going to be honest I’m going to tell you that I’m ready to quit – and we just only started. I’m going to have to relive some pain, acknowledge some hurt and unbelief, and let people know it’s safe to come near me. I’m going to have to uncover old things that I don’t want to deal with but that I have to deal with in order to move forward. I’m going to dig my heels into the ground and build this dream. But… If I’m going to be honest, I’m letting you know I might quit. If I’m going to be honest, this is too much for me. If I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I can take it. I’m just being honest.
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