Jasmine Davis
An emerging poet and writer.
Perspective
My fíance and I recently adopted a kitten. Prior to picking her up, we went to get some essential things for her. A litter box, food, a toy and cat litter. What we
a poem.
Poetry
I AM your rest draw near and I will provide. I AM your trust confide in me and I will answer. I AM your peace make known your cares and I will comfort.
Insecurities
Blog
Today I have realized that my insecurities are a product of my unbelief in who God says I am. Today I am wrestling with insecurities that I have not really wrestled with since
Remember
Blog
There is a freedom that comes with remembering things. Even painful and traumatic memories can lead to freedom. The freedom comes when I invite the Lord to be with me. Lately the Lord
shift
Poetry
in the inner man a sweeping a draining a purging in the inner man a mist a sprinkle a downpour inside of me // a change // a breaking // a freedom // a newness
Same Tears
Poetry
I've cried these tears before/ They are nothing new/ But the year on my calendar has changed/ At one point the tears stopped flowing/ But my cries were still heard I've cried these
Weathering the Storm of Worry
Blog
I worry when I cannot see the plan. When things seem too blurry to comprehend, I start asking questions and thinking "God where are you", my prayers are filled with my unbelief. Imagine
Voice
Volver a lo básico
Blog
I have been having a hard time writing. While this is not the first time I have had "writers block", this is the first time I have experienced it to this extent. Why,
Stay the Course
Blog
Let your eyes look directly forward,    and your gaze be straight before you. Keep straight the path of your feet,    and all your ways will be sure. Do not swerve to the right
Hear | Listen | Understand
Blog
"And he said, “Let anyone with ears to hear listen!” Mark chapter 4, the parable of the sower. For those unfamiliar, the parable is taught by Jesus and he is telling those with
I Promise I'm Not Depressed
Poetry
I promise I’m not depressed I just needed to lay down and rest Because working 40 hour weeks is tough I promise I’m not depressed I just feel the weight of
Filled
Poetry
The downpour happens quickly From an overflowing vessel it falls Leaping into what has been vacated Left for loneliness and destined for Abandonment The stains from the previous tenant Have been left on
A Poem for Sadness
Poetry
center blocks tumble and hit the ground and break dime sized pieces of hope wind decides to blow itself elsewhere and left hope and joy with unclipped wings trees sit still left to

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