Welcome to Mella Davis, Writes!

I want to invite you on a journey with me. I desire to speak fearlessly for my heavenly King and pen messages of victory, truth, and healing in each sentence. May you find every poem, devotional, or story a God-glorifying canvass. May each message contain revelation, wisdom, and intimacy with the persons of the holy Trinity.

I am honored that you are joining me on this adventure as I pen words that seek to fearlessly make known the mystery of God’s redemptive purpose in our human stories within HIStory.

 

 

                              About Mella

In high school, I felt truly gifted to do one small thing: write. Recently, God has sparked writing again in my heart for a profound reason: the world needs an honest word of refreshing right now.

Truthfully, I think I came out the womb babbling. Words are in my veins. As a young child, I made up rhymes and created imaginary worlds- a way to escape societal and private hardship.

Later, I began my author pilgrimage as a poet, but children’s literature now also stirs my heart. I compose from my Texas roots. My love of African oral lore and cultural traditions serve as the basis of much of my fiction. My stories illustrate the perseverance, strength, and fortitude that created Black success in America.

As an ethnographer and educational missionary, I’ve had the opportunity to experience and do life in many different cultural venues. These multicultural experiences influence both my poetry and devotionals. But God remains at the center of it all. His healing presence always made manifest.

 

 

Poetry

Single Dad Salute

Single Dad Salute

A father by any name is just as sweet; so this week, we begin by honouring all sorts of dads. Today, we pay tribute to a special kind of man – the single dad. Artwork by Jo Scott“Single Dad Salute” The world thought that you couldn’t do it, that you should just throw...

Mama’s Gone

Mama’s Gone

This poem is dedicated to all those who have lost their mothers and are experiencing grief on this Mother's Day. I especially send this poem out to my cousins who are motherless. My mother is the last of her female siblings.Mama’s goneand the phoneno longer rings....

Her Name Is Mama

Her Name Is Mama

Let's celebrate the excellent mother. Extol her worthArtwork by Jo Scott"She is clothed with strength and dignity;She speaks with wisdom,and faithful instruction is on her tongue.She watches over the affairs of her householdand does not eat the bread of idleness.Her...

Fiction

Bella and the Quilt of Many Colors

Bella and the Quilt of Many Colors

After lunch, Mama bundled Bella into her new pink coat and patent leather boots. Bella’s thick curly hair stuck out of two ponytails. “If we’re going to visit Grandma today, we need to hurry,” Mama announced, looking down at her. Bella’s bright hazel eyes stared...

Bella in a Sticky Situation

Bella in a Sticky Situation

Bella leaned on her elbows, stifling a yawn with the palm of her hand. It was only 9:00 a.m., but she was already bored to tears in 5th-grade social studies class. She knew all these facts. Slyly, she tried to sneak a peek at her trove of books concealed in her green...

Blog

Ghostbusters

Ghostbusters

The soul is rather sneaky. It's like a sly wily beast and it will do whatever is necessary to survive. The soul is both a friend and an enemy-a true frenemy. When we are younger, the soul hides its wounds through compartmentalization and disassociation and other such...

Hidden In You

Hidden In You

Lord, when I feel like this, You say that I can be hidden in You. Lord, when I just want to crawl up in a ball and build a wall, then I recognise I can. I can surround myself with the wall of Your love, and just be hidden in You. I can rest my weary head on my knees...

I AM

I AM

Jesus said that "I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except by Me." That is the whole total of the Gospel. The return to the Father's house. When Adam and Eve sinned, we lost our place, we lost our identity, we lost our way. So Jesus's...

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