Hi! I am Mauriel Davis. I was born in Richmond, Texas into a broken home and raised in Denver Colorado practically by my mother. My mama tried with all of her heart to use all that she knew in order to give my brothers and I a godly foundation.
A Bit About My Mother
My mother grappled her way through motherhood, and gave her all to being a wife to a husband whom she practically raised, and taught the essentials of being a man and father. She took much pride in these areas and found safety in being in control. She did her best to raise her three children (my two brothers and I) in some sort of religion, in order to know God, to lay a moral foundation, and to teach us to respect Him. Therefore, just as many other Blacks did in the United states, we attended a traditionally Black Baptist Church, and learned the fundamentals of salvation: repentance, faith and that our sins have been forgiven and paid for by the blood.
What I will never forget are the lengthy prayers my mother prayed each night, when we were young. She never neglected to pray the blood over all three of her children, which I think gave me an opportunity to understand the providence and protection of God. She also a spent a great length of time in her women’s study bible.
Don’t get it wrong. My mother lived, for the most part, a a sinner’s life, but there were just certain choices she made, which gave me a sense of stability and left a permanent impression on my little juvenile heart. In so many ways she was very brave, and I will forever love my mother!
Back to Me
I was not the perfect kid myself. I was very forward with my mother about her shortcomings, desperate for her attention and found myself struggling with secret sins such as an addiction to porn. Many family strongholds caught me in their traps and satan tried his best to use me to work against God’s will and purpose. Yet somehow, at the ripe age of 16, I gave my life to Christ and was baptized. It seemed I was on some sort of predestined path aligned by God. Although my flesh and desires was set ablaze by the fires of hell, the water of baptism washed me clean, and I clung to my savior.
Despite so many challenges, God has been faithful to uphold me and keep me in His mercy. I remember the Lord laying this scripture on my heart when I came home from my freshman year in college. “When you pass through the waters I will be with you; and through the rivers they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire you shall not be burned, nor shall they scorch you . For I am the Lord your God, the holy one of Israel your savior. (Isaiah 42:2-3)”. Sure enough, He has kept his word as I have lived through mental illness, suicidal attempts and numerous hospitalizations for psychiatric treatment. I can say today that I stand humbled before God, anchored firmly in him, with every intention of serving him and bringing glory to his name.