Will You Step Out On Faith?

When you are called to do something great, faith is a very important spiritual necessity you need to accomplish your purpose at hand. The kind of faith you will need must be cemented in your mind, heart and soul, because many voices, both far and near, will come to deter you at each chance when you are committed to rise to occasion of pursuing your purpose. And yes, people are going to talk about you behind your back, and question your motives for what you’re doing to build yourself up and dreams.

Faith will require you to walk alone, so that you can depend on no one but God. I know from this experience. To say that walking with God is a cool walk on the beach, that’s a lie. Greatness often comes with the price of pain and discomfort. Tough times serve the purpose of strengthening you, your faith and your fight for what you believe in, more importantly, your relationship with God. When you reach that level of success, your experiences will be the credentials you need to speak on a given subject you’ve been authorized to speak on, with clarity, confidence and authority.

If you will, lets take a look at what Jennifer is encountering in my novel Love Again. Jennifer finally landed a role in a major headliner broadway play. She returns to work that following Monday.

The CEO came out of her office when she heard all the commotion. As soon as she was told the good news, she called Jennifer into her office. The CEO took a seat behind her desk and Jennifer took a chair facing her.

“Jennifer, I know this is what you’ve been plugging away at for all these years. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I’ll understand if you resign.”
Jennifer nodded.

“I took a chance building this company,” the CEO continued, “but I can’t guarantee you’d be able to come back to your position here if things don’t work out. Let me know what you’re going to do by the end of the week.”

Jennifer stood up. “Thank you, Ms. Sperry. I’ll call you and let you know what I decide.”

“Good luck, Jennifer. I hope this is the beginning of a wonderful career for you.”

Jennifer smiled and went out the door, heading for her office. She grabbed a cup of coffee on the way, went into her neat and comfortable office, shut the door, and walked over to the window. “This is kind of scary,” Jennifer said, sipping her coffee and staring out at the tall buildings and the people below that looked like specs of color in the busy streets.

All week, Jennifer tossed and turned in her bed at night. She was haunted by thoughts of forgetting her lines, suffering an injury, or if the show doesn’t turn out to be a success. Although she had a sufficient amount in her checking and savings accounts, a hefty 401K, and stock in the company as well as hedge funds, she was young and she needed to work for several more decades, at least. If she didn’t have a job when the show was over, returning home to Miami wasn’t an option for her. It had taken her a year and half to find a job when she moved to northern Virginia. She’d left there to make something of herself, to embrace an entirely new lifestyle, explore a new career, and take advantage of professional networking opportunities.

Every night since she’d won the part in David’s play, she’d knelt by her bed and prayed. She prayed for the strength to keep moving forward, and to not worry about what could go wrong. “God, I know you’ll take care of me.” Sometimes she felt better after praying. “I know you sent that old man to me.” Other times, she didn’t. “God, I’m so scared.” She remembered the chalkboard rocks that David had in the vase on his bookshelf that had encouraging messages inscribed on them. She decided to create something similar to keep herself motivated.

She started growing a scented geranium plant in her living room. For Jennifer, the seed of the plant represented her dream. Taking care of it was symbolic of the faith and the hard work she’d have put into her co-starring role to solidify a career in acting. She also posted sticky notes with encouraging and motivational messages around her apartment and in her car. She’d take a look at them before studying the script, which she did at every opportunity—in the mornings, on her lunch breaks, after work, and on weekends. Jennifer put so much time into studying that her parents, as well as David, reminded her to slow down, to pace herself.

Will you step out of faith to pursue the very thing that God has called you to do. Or, will you play itself by staying in your comfort zone. I can testify that God has never left me or forsaken or allowed so much in my life that it killed me. I’m no different than you.

 

Credits for the photo belongs to Richard Lyall

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The Connection Between You and Her

In this scene from my novel Love Again, David and Jennifer began to connect on a deeper level, and the passion between them continues to grow.

Jennifer followed him as he led her into the living room. He stopped and clapped his hands. She looked around, waiting for the lights to go off or music to come on or something else to happen. “Just kidding.”

“You’re so silly.” Jennifer laughed.

He walked over to the fireplace and tapped the touch screen on the audio player above it. My One and Only Love came on.

“Coltrane and Hartman. You just can’t beat ‘em.” said Jennifer, pleased with his choice of music.

“May I have this dance?” David extended his hand.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” She came into his arms with no hesitation. “I love to dance.”

“Oh, really? Give me sec.” David walked back the audio player and found Straight, No Chaser.
Jennifer took off her heels and began to do the Charleston. David watched her with a delighted look on his face, then took a step toward her.

“Watch it now!” She kicked one leg up high.

“Be careful. We don’t want another gym incident,” David teased.

“Do you know how to do the flat Charleston?” Jennifer asked, having a grand time.

“I don’t.”

“Come here. Let me show you something.” She took him by the hand.

David, getting the hang of the dance, took the lead. They danced until they were breathless, then he walked over and switched the song back to My One and Only Love.

Jennifer’s arms fastened around David’s back and she rested her head on his chest, which felt to her like a pillow of security. She closed her eyes, cradled in the rhythm of the music, the beat of his heart, and the peacefulness of his presence. This night felt just like the night at the National Harbor. She was overwhelmed by all that David had done for her in such a short period time. He was a gentleman who’d cooked an amazing dinner for her, and he loved jazz music too. That was the icing on the cake. One fond memory she had of her dad was that the two of them used to listen to jazz music together. She and her sister would dance and sing along with her father.

“Jennifer?”

“Yes, David.” She opened her eyes, returning from her heaven.

“Thanks for the dance.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Bradshaw. I appreciate your care of me. This is different—different in a good way.” She glided her hands down the front of his shirt.

David placed both hands on the sides of her face and gazed at her. She saw the hazy, intense look in his eyes, and his lip parting just a little in preparation of a kiss. She gazed at his lips, savoring this kinetic moment. His lips were smooth, full, and the deep, rich color of Godiva chocolate. She bit down on her own lips, wanting so desperately to kiss him. But she told herself she couldn’t. It was too soon. And she was well aware of what could happen if she did. I can’t, she nonverbally confessed, and she rested her head against his chest again. She closed her eyes and saw the hand of love sketch David intimately into the portrait of her life. He was journeying deeper into her heart.

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Chemistry, Conversation and Laughter is a Good Sign of What's to Come

For me, there’s nothing like good chemistry that stirs excitement and joy within you. Chemistry between you and someone is what open doors and windows to experience something anew and refreshing with someone. It’s a sign of a strong bond on the horizon. And when the opportunity presents itself to share some of your most memorable, funny or embarrassing moments of your childhood experiences, go for it. This is a moment to connect and relate, to learn and bond. There’s nothing like sharing good laugh with someone you’re fond of. The exchanging of personal experiences could draw you closer together, perhaps because of the similarities or what you can learn about each other’s different backgrounds, culture or family dynamics.

Here’s a bonding moment between David and Jennifer. David does something really clever that feathers Jennifer’s fancy. Personally, I really think that majority of women would appreciate David’s romantic, clever gesture. After running into her, unplanned for the third time, he finally gets her number at his charity event. As the night nears, David walks her to her car, and seats her inside. Seconds later, her phone rang. Its her mother calling. David waits patiently for Jennifer to get off the phone, and then walks off. I know what you’re thinking lol, but lets read below 😉

With the phone to her ear, Jennifer yelled after David. “I’m off the phone now. Sorry. So you’re not gonna say goodnight? Wait a sec. I think my mom is calling me back,” she heard her phone rang again and looked down.

“I’m not saying goodnight until I know that you’re safe and sound in bed,” he said on the other the end of the phone.

“Really clever, Mr. Bradshaw.”

“I’m going to stay on the phone with you until I know you’re safe and sound in bed.”

And David did just that. As they drove to their separate homes in their separate cars, they shared the most embarrassing moments of their lives over the phone. David told Jennifer about the time that he stood at the top of the stairway at church while his childhood pastor was giving the benediction. A friend pushed him from behind, and the sole of his shoe caught on the rug, so he wasn’t able to catch himself. He tumbled down the steps, crashing into a deacon and causing her to drop the communion tray on his head. The old lady’s underwear he saw under her dress gave him nightmares for years. Jennifer laughed hysterically, pleading for him to stop before she got into an accident.

In turn, she told David about the time she jumped up and grabbed the pull-up bar at elementary school.

“Everyone got a peek at the flowers on my underwear.”

“Talk about botanical. You showed everyone what you were working with, huh?” he joked, laughing just as uncontrollably as she was.

“Stop it, David. My stomach hurts. You’re so silly and mean.”

“Baby, I’m sweet and gentle,” he said, suddenly serious.

“That’s what they all say.”

They had a grand time chatting on the phone. It was as if they’d known each other for years. David felt like they were like two junior-high-school students who had crushes on each other and had finally mustered up the courage to talk to each other.

Jennifer arrived home before David. After she showered and was in bed, she called him back to make sure he’d made it home safely too. He was delighted that she returned the favor.

“Hey, I was wondering if we could get together this weekend,” she said. “I’d like to return the favor for the skim latte.”

“How nice of you. Let me get my calendar. Give me a sec.” He placed the phone on mute and shouted, “Yes!” pumping his fist in the air. He calmed himself down and clicked the mute button off. “OK, I have my calendar,” he said in his most assured voice.

“When would you like to get together?”

“Well, honey—excuse me, I meant, David. What was I thinking?” she cleared her throat.

“It’s all right. You can call me honey.”

“Umm, no. I don’t think so—yet. So, how about sometime this weekend?”

“I’m available.”

“OK. Let me double-check my calendar.”

David heard what sounded like pages ruffling. This went on for nearly fifteen seconds. “Jennifer, please stop pretending that you’re so busy. How many times are you going to flip through the month of May? Like seriously.”

“Be quiet. Just hold on, please,” she laughed. “Saturday evening at 5 works for me.”

“Great. Saturday evening it is. I’m gonna get some writing done before bed.”

“OK. Thanks for staying up with me. You’re such a nice guy. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Jennifer. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

“Oh, by the way, I read The Simplicity of Intimacy and The Breakfast Field. You’re such a talented writer. I think you’re just scratching the surface of your potential. You could be great, but that depends if you really wanna be. I believe in you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

“Wow,” David said, taken away by her encouraging and sincere words. “Thank you. I didn’t really think that you’d read my novels.”

“Don’t assume, Mr. Bradshaw. Well, get some rest. Happy writing, and goodnight.”

 

“Goodnight, Ms. Washington.”

David sat up in bed in a state of disbelief. He still had the phone pressed against his ear listening airwaves of love he felt coming his way. He felt a strong, magnetic connection to her—that there was a special bond forming between them, much like a friendship in the making. He’d recently realized this was something that he really wanted to have in his next relationship.

Do you see the chemistry that’s harnessing between David and Jennifer? And what about the exchanging of their experiences and the laughter they shared? Can you see the connection? And Jennifer does something that every man is moved by, of course if they’re ambitious. She believes in him. She encourages him.

Even the first lady of the United States believes that laughter is good. Here’s a quote from Michelle Obama:

“I think a lot of laughing,” the first lady said at a White House luncheon with reporters who asked about the Obamas’ union. “I think in our house we don’t take ourselves too seriously, and laughter is the best form of unity, I think, in a marriage. “So we still find ways to have fun together, and a lot of it is private and personal. But we keep each other smiling and that’s good,” she added. It also helps that Obama is “very romantic.”

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We often become givers of what we’ve been deprived from in our youth, and healers to others from the things that hurt us from the past.–Melvin Davis

I was born in Stamford, Connecticut, but grew up partly in Virginia, so I guess you can say I’m a Virginian at heart. 

I earned a B.A in Religious Studies and a Master of Divinity from Virginia Union University. After completing the M. Div program, I attended George Mason University in Fairfax, Virginia, to pursue the master of philosophy degree. 

In the philosophy program, I experienced an epiphany, rather a revelation that would soon unfold months to come. This life changing experience was painful, but I believe, out of the heart of our pains, we discover our purpose. In short, life happened. I didn’t complete the M.A Philosophy program. However, not only did I discover a gift for creative writing, my heart led me to seek a career as a novelist. I’m currently putting the finishing touches on my novel titled, Unconditional, as of 10/23/11.

Using the skills that I acquired as master of philosophy student, as well as from my theological studies, I began to view things in the world quite differently, such as, love. Gong through a break up at the time and studying philosophy really had a major influence on my conception of love. I’ve always been a deep thinker, but philosophy provided the means of enabling me to articulate those thoughts and ideas in ways I couldn’t imagine. 

Sparing with many dimensions of love, and incorporating some of my collected life experiences in to them, I’m able to craft creative prose that connects deep within readers, as well as present ways of examining love that may not have been thought of before. I like to think the angle of my writing comes from emotional, philosophical and spiritual grounds, which in my opinion, adds more depth to my writing. I want readers to see what I see and feel what I feel when I write. 

Writing is my ministry, my duty and calling to inspire and instill hope, love, peace, joy, and many other things that make life worth living for.

Thanks for visiting.

Sincerely,

Melvin Davis 

 



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