Everyone has had their turn to write on here but now I think it’s mine..idk why but I never thought I would be able to build up the courage to say anything to u on here.
For some reason tonight everything got to me again & a lot of times I wonder why things happened but over time I’ve learned that everything is not meant for our understanding..if it’s God’s will there is no need for an explanation..I’d much rather u be with Him than in this world!!
I never had the chance to tell u how great of a father u were to me & Matthew..even though there were times we didn’t get along lol..I can see now that it was all tough love!! I am so grateful to have had a father like u to be able to help teach me how to carry myself as a young lady...with everything u & my momma have taught me..I promise to make u proud. U allowed God to use u in so many ways, with our family & with life in general...& I can’t thank u enough for your obedience to Him.
When it’s all said & done I know I’ll see u again:) so there are no tears of sadness for me...our family has no sad story to tell b/c God has led & guided us through everything...I’ve learned that there is no love greater than God’s love...He's been our comfort, our strength & our provider..& He has yet to fail us..I love u & miss u so much!!
-Dana♥
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Conversation with Matthew
I’d just finished picking up a few things at Sam’s Club and was pushing the buggy I’d unintentionally filled to the car. Matthew, who’s always full of conversation, was telling me about a dream he’d had of his Dad. Ironically, but not, Dana, who I’d just dropped off one shopping center over, had a similar dream the night before. We were loading the fruit cups and bottled water and way-too-much Romaine lettuce in the trunk when Matthew stopped mid-sentence and asked, “Mom, what are you gonna do for your anniversary?” (Can’t you just hear him saying that?) It caught me off guard. My first thought was how does he even know what an anniversary is? I answered him honestly. “You know Matthew, I don’t know.” Immediately he began rattling off plans for a party and who he would invite and what games we would play. It amazed me how my eight-year-old son could understand the significance of such a day when he wasn’t even born, yet, and quite frankly wasn’t even a thought. As Matthew kept talking, my heart could sense Sean. I knew at that moment Sean and I had done a great job showing Matthew what real love looks like, to each other and to him and Dana. It wasn’t perfect. It isn’t perfect. Even in its ups and downs…
Love never gives up. It cares more for others than for self. It doesn't want what it doesn't have. Love doesn't strut, doesn't have a swelled head, doesn't force itself on others, isn't always "me first," doesn't fly off the handle, doesn't keep score of the sins of others, doesn't revel when others grovel, takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, puts up with anything, trusts God always, always looks for the best, never looks back but keeps going to the end. Love never dies. (1 Cor. 13:4-8 The Message Bible)
Many friends have asked how we’re doing. It has been conversations like these with my children that have not only kept me focused but have also reminded me of the legacy I’ve been blessed and assigned to protect. We’ve had many conversations. Some of them I’ve chosen to share and others are yet to be had.
I miss my husband, tremendously.
As Matthew climbed in the car, I decided I would hold back my tears for now and instead join in his enthusiasm. With a big grin on his face and in his Dad’s sense of humor, he said, “I think Dana should choose where to have it ‘cause if I choose, we’ll have it at a kids’ place…like Chuck E Cheez.” I laughed out loud. Sean hated Chuck E Cheez!
Love never gives up. It cares more for others than for self. It doesn't want what it doesn't have. Love doesn't strut, doesn't have a swelled head, doesn't force itself on others, isn't always "me first," doesn't fly off the handle, doesn't keep score of the sins of others, doesn't revel when others grovel, takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, puts up with anything, trusts God always, always looks for the best, never looks back but keeps going to the end. Love never dies. (1 Cor. 13:4-8 The Message Bible)
Many friends have asked how we’re doing. It has been conversations like these with my children that have not only kept me focused but have also reminded me of the legacy I’ve been blessed and assigned to protect. We’ve had many conversations. Some of them I’ve chosen to share and others are yet to be had.
I miss my husband, tremendously.
As Matthew climbed in the car, I decided I would hold back my tears for now and instead join in his enthusiasm. With a big grin on his face and in his Dad’s sense of humor, he said, “I think Dana should choose where to have it ‘cause if I choose, we’ll have it at a kids’ place…like Chuck E Cheez.” I laughed out loud. Sean hated Chuck E Cheez!
From Mom
I don't usually write on your wall....I usually write FROM it....and shake up your friends and family....
My very soul hurts from missing you, Son...but thank you for for being the son you are. Of all the things I ever said to you, I realized this week that I failed to ever ask your forgiveness for the times I may have failed you as a mother. Forgive me.
I love you. Always have. Always will. And, we will laugh together again.
~Momma
Psalm 34:18 (NIV)
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
My very soul hurts from missing you, Son...but thank you for for being the son you are. Of all the things I ever said to you, I realized this week that I failed to ever ask your forgiveness for the times I may have failed you as a mother. Forgive me.
I love you. Always have. Always will. And, we will laugh together again.
~Momma
Psalm 34:18 (NIV)
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Hey Love
My heart is hurting. I miss you terribly. I miss your smile, your burst-out-loud laugh, your stories, your quips. I miss our conversations, our disagreements, our make-ups. I miss your advice, your touch, your leadership in our home. I miss watching you play with Matthew, hearing you advise Dana and the two of you teaming up to send me to bed because I was sleepy and therefore cranky :). I miss seeing you get up early to read and pray, hearing you ask God for wisdom and direction, agreeing with you, praying with you and for you about your dreams, goals and plans, believing God with you. I miss your covering.
Sean, I’m so grateful to have had your love and to see our love manifest into a family we nurtured, disciplined and taught. You were my best friend and together we were joint heirs of the grace of life through Christ. Even though our years should’ve been plenty, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed at the thought of you being in His presence right now, Our Savior, the One whose love exceeds that of a parent, child or spouse; the One who loved you before you were “upside-down” :) in your mother’s womb; the One who welcomed you into eternity; the One I long for. There is no greater love.
Thank you for allowing me to experience God’s love for me through you, Bay. You taught me about the Power of a Praying Wife. Together we learned each other’s Love Language and what it meant to be One Flesh. You taught me that men really do have a “nothing box” and can literally think about nothing :). This Valentine’s Day and every day, I remember you.
I close my eyes and remember you in detail, your perfectly arched brows, the particulars of your face, the waves in your hair (not head) :). The sideburns that never would grow long enough to meet your beard. I remember your two-toned hands. Large bright palms, dark fingers, flat nail beds and nails that often needed trimming. I remember the security of your arms. Even still…
The smell of your skin
my soul inhales
and begins to dance
inside myself.
I am feeling you.
Yeah.
I am feeling you.
I remember.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Bay.
< Love you infinitely, ~ Your Wife “
Though my flesh and my heart may fail, God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Ps. 73:26
The Power of a Praying Wife, by Stormie Omartian, The Five Love Languages, by Dr. Gary Chapman andOne Flesh, by Bob Yandian are a few of the books Sean and I read. Great teachings! Sean also read The Power of a Praying Husband, by Stormie Omartian.
Sean, I’m so grateful to have had your love and to see our love manifest into a family we nurtured, disciplined and taught. You were my best friend and together we were joint heirs of the grace of life through Christ. Even though our years should’ve been plenty, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed at the thought of you being in His presence right now, Our Savior, the One whose love exceeds that of a parent, child or spouse; the One who loved you before you were “upside-down” :) in your mother’s womb; the One who welcomed you into eternity; the One I long for. There is no greater love.
Thank you for allowing me to experience God’s love for me through you, Bay. You taught me about the Power of a Praying Wife. Together we learned each other’s Love Language and what it meant to be One Flesh. You taught me that men really do have a “nothing box” and can literally think about nothing :). This Valentine’s Day and every day, I remember you.
I close my eyes and remember you in detail, your perfectly arched brows, the particulars of your face, the waves in your hair (not head) :). The sideburns that never would grow long enough to meet your beard. I remember your two-toned hands. Large bright palms, dark fingers, flat nail beds and nails that often needed trimming. I remember the security of your arms. Even still…
The smell of your skin
my soul inhales
and begins to dance
inside myself.
I am feeling you.
Yeah.
I am feeling you.
I remember.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Bay.
< Love you infinitely, ~ Your Wife “
Though my flesh and my heart may fail, God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Ps. 73:26
The Power of a Praying Wife, by Stormie Omartian, The Five Love Languages, by Dr. Gary Chapman andOne Flesh, by Bob Yandian are a few of the books Sean and I read. Great teachings! Sean also read The Power of a Praying Husband, by Stormie Omartian.
From Dad
"Do not let your heart be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you." John 14:1-2 "Keep in mind your ultimate destination - heaven. Jesus and God are there waiting for you. Trusting in God and Jesus... will help you begin the healing process. Go ahead - they are waiting to hear from you." from iTalk to God
My son, Sean Davis is in heaven waiting for me and I know I will see him again soon. Sean you know how much we love and miss you; more than people can even know or realize.
From your Daddy and the rest of your family that loves and misses you.
My son, Sean Davis is in heaven waiting for me and I know I will see him again soon. Sean you know how much we love and miss you; more than people can even know or realize.
From your Daddy and the rest of your family that loves and misses you.
Monica's Poem to Sean
I wrote a Poem about my brother, Sean. It is posted below:
All of Sean
With all that life has to offer, the Lord blessed me with a brother like you.With all that I could ever hope for, we shared a phenomenal sibling love.With all that I could have prayed for, you became one of the most awesome human beings I will ever know.
With all that I know, you grew up to be a remarkable son, brother, friend, uncle, husband, father and man of Christ.With all that I am grateful for, we never wanted for anything and our lives were better than the best.With all that I remember, you made me laugh more than I cried.With all that I could have ever imagined, you have taught me more about me than I would have ever learned about myself.
With all that God offers, he closed his eyes, removed your pain, shined a light on you and brought you home to rest.Sean, with all that I am and all that I will ever be I will not be a fraction of how great you are. With all that I am and all that I confess to, I will never forget you and the love I have for you will continually run in my veins until we meet again.
With all my love, your loving sister Dani
All of Sean
With all that life has to offer, the Lord blessed me with a brother like you.With all that I could ever hope for, we shared a phenomenal sibling love.With all that I could have prayed for, you became one of the most awesome human beings I will ever know.
With all that I know, you grew up to be a remarkable son, brother, friend, uncle, husband, father and man of Christ.With all that I am grateful for, we never wanted for anything and our lives were better than the best.With all that I remember, you made me laugh more than I cried.With all that I could have ever imagined, you have taught me more about me than I would have ever learned about myself.
With all that God offers, he closed his eyes, removed your pain, shined a light on you and brought you home to rest.Sean, with all that I am and all that I will ever be I will not be a fraction of how great you are. With all that I am and all that I confess to, I will never forget you and the love I have for you will continually run in my veins until we meet again.
With all my love, your loving sister Dani
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Hi All,
It’s me again….Mom Davis,
I wanted to take this opportunity to thank all of you who remembered Sean’s birthday by posting birthday wishes to him and for our family. It was a tough, but good, weekend. We laughed a lot, but we cried just as much. But, that’s a good thing. At least we can laugh, talk, and cry together because the Bible reminds us to bear each others’ burdens and share each others’ joys, as well.
August 29, 1973 was a great day! It was a Wednesday. It was beautiful outside, and I spent the entire day inside the hospital trying to deliver the young man who has brought so much joy to our lives and who literally has touched thousands of people during the brief time we were privileged to have him. He was a BIG baby….8 lbs….and, for those of you who didn’t know, he was breech! Yep! Tried to walk out. Leave it to Sean. Always had to do it his way.
Many thanks to his friends and classmates who kept us occupied and organized celebrations in his memory. The balloon launch was special and the dinner cruise was a wonderful time. Then, for some of us, there was church together and dinner and ice cream and cake later! His favorite cake! All were great tributes to his memory….and, I have no doubt he was there. After all, he pushed my balloon to the ground!
Fred, Teca, Dana, Matthew, Dani (Monica), Reece, and I gratefully acknowledge all that you’ve done and all that you continue to do. You should know that we have established a permanent endowment in his honor which will allow us to make contributions to continue his legacy. This endowment will do two things: 1) Establish a scholarship fund for a minority student at Appalachian State University and 2) provide financial assistance to world wide missions to those who are in need. A second endowment/foundation is in the process and we will provide more information about it later.
I want to close by sharing with you the Scripture passage which we felt so appropriately fit Sean….his desires and attitude about God. It’s the 27th Chapter of Psalm and is engraved on his headstone. Hopefully, those who visit there will see Psalm 27 and go read it for themselves. I am sharing it from The Message translation because it makes it so very, very plain.
PSALM 27 (From The Message)
“Light, space, zest – that’s God! So, with Him on my side I’m fearless, afraid of no one and nothing. When vandal hordes ride down ready to eat me alive, those bullies and toughs fall flat on their faces. When besieged, I’m calm as a baby. When all hell breaks loose, I’m collected and cool. I’m asking God for one thing, only one thing: To live with Him in His house my whole life long. I’ll contemplate His beauty; I’ll study at His feet. That’s the only quiet, secure place in a noisy world. The perfect getaway, far from the buzz of traffic. God holds me head and shoulders above all who try to pull me down. I’m headed for this place to offer anthems that will raise the roof! Already I’m singing God-songs; I’m making music to God. Listen, God, I’m calling at the top of my lungs: ‘Be good to me! Answer me!’ When my heart whispered, ‘Seek God,’ my whole being replied, ‘I’m seeking Him!’ Don’t hide from me now! You’ve always been right there for me; don’t turn your back on me now. Don’t throw me out, don’t abandon me; You’ve always kept the door open. My father and mother walked out and left me, but God took me in. Point me down your highway, God; direct me along a well-lighted street; show my enemies whose side you’re on. Don’t throw me to the dogs, those liars who are out to get me, filling the air with their threats. I’m sure now I’ll see God’s goodness in the exuberant earth. Stay with God! Take heart. Don’t quit. I’ll say it again: Stay with God.”
Peace to each of you……
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