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
He’d Do It All Over Again
"He'd Do It All Over Again" Barabbas, a murderer,Insurrectionist, a fraudSet free instead ofJesus, the very Son of God. Another common thief, a liar, condemned to a Roman cross with none to grieve or consider his death a loss. A fate well-deserved Justice to be...
Cauldron of Fire
Cauldron of Fire Burns and boils a cauldron of fire full of unrighteous, wrathful desire, kindled by men’s venomous ire, unleashing torment, misery, and dread. No one seems to have time for the dead; Spewing hateful epithets and racist names, classifying people in...
I Could Count
“I Could Count” I could count sunrisesand sunsets. But why? When You hold Each one in your palm. Creator of sun, moon,and stars. But stillcall each by name, Stardust in your eyes. The sea, a dripon tongue. The wavesa frothy mustacheon your upturned lip. When your foot...
Fiction
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Blog
One Size
There's no such thing as one size fits all. There is no one size skin for everyone but I must be at peace with my skin. What feels good and right in my skin will not feel good and right in another and that's why, no matter how much we try to emulate and copy someone...
Pretty Is
Conversations from the kitchen table. My mother had this unique set of sayings, and one of the best was: 'Pretty is as pretty does'. Basically what that means is no matter what your outside appearance might be, how physically attractive your face, or how well defined...
Sovereignty
I've been reading a book about God's sovereignty and though I agree with much of its Tennent, I believe that there is room for greater revelation. See, there is God's perfect will and God's permissive will. I remember some years ago that there was going to be an...