by Mella Davis | Feb 8, 2021 | Devotionals
Wisdom Being a missionary is sort of like being an acrobat. One is walking a tightrope of time and boundaries while juggling and riding a bicycle… well, at least that’s the way it feels for me. Most mornings I’m up a little before seven, sometimes...
by Mella Davis | Feb 8, 2021 | Devotionals
Yellow Pages Lesson one. There used to be a saying: let your fingers do the walking. Well that was the ad for the Yellow pages. You would open the Yellow pages, turn it, and find what you were looking for. I want to make an addendum to that statement: Let your...
by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
Disposable Things This poem is autobiographical. My uncle, Roosevelt Green, aka, Ninny was a slender, handsome man. Born sixth of eleven children, he most physically resembled my grandfather. After losing my grandfather, Uncle Roosevelt lived in my parents’ home. He...
by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
Who welcomed you? One of our greatest fears revolves around rejection. The need for welcome and reception are central to feeling accepted, knowing that we belong. But we were empowered to do that most important work ourselves- to welcome ourselves to this alien world....
by Mella Davis | Feb 4, 2021 | Poetry
Tending My Soul Sometimes, your very soul needs to breathe. Is there an app for that? Well, there is a poem for it. Enjoy. Tending my soullike the small potted Daffodil on kitchen ledgewhile the Bougainvillea outdoorsplurges and spills over the white washed walls into...
