Gloria O. Davila

Author  and  Speaker

Gloria O. Davila

My life stopped when my husband took his last breath.  I broke.  Although I was alive, inside I felt dead.  I was alone, lost, lonely and mad.  I was mad at God.  How could He do this to my four kids and me?  I turned and walked away from God. 

New Year’s Eve 2014 I looked at my daughter and told her things were going to be different next year.  I thought of my four kids and asked myself that if I were to die today, how would they remember me?  I didn’t want them to remember me as broken, hopeless and sad.  

I received an e-mail from my church, Community Bible Church, about a class called The Search for Significance.  After the first class, I knew I was doing the right thing.  However, I had homework and I never liked homework!  On day five of the homework, it asked if I had accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior.  I had not.  As I started reading a prayer for salvation, I broke down and cried.  I was flooded with memories of the things I had done, the people I had hurt, and the people that had hurt me. I cried and cried.  Then I felt this peace and love so unexplainable that made me cry even more.  May 19, 2015 I gave my life to Christ.  

These poems would either flood my mind after I would read the Bible, listen to a sermon, hear about someone’s experience, or think about my own experiences.  My first audience I shared my poems with was a group of amazing women at the Annex.  After reading some of them, they encouraged me to publish the poems.  I thought to myself, “No way.  That is not possible.”  Then, I met Troy. 

Troy and I were working together on a website we were designing for the non-profit I work for, Life Skills for Living.   I shared with him one of my poems.  I told him I had read it to the ladies at the Annex.  He told me if I were interested in making a book, he would help me.

The book cover was an image that came into my mind as I was driving.  It was Jesus’ right hand gripping my right hand.  It represents how Jesus never lets go.  I asked one of the gentlemen at the Annex if he could draw the image that came into my head.  I described to him what I saw.  He told me he couldn’t draw like that, but he would ask one of his cellmates.  The following week I went to teach, and after class he came to me with a piece of paper.  He handed it to me and I cried.  I knew it was the cover for my book.  It was identical to what had come to my mind.  

God puts people in our path to bring things to pass and this book is one of them.  There are no limits to what God can do if we allow Him to do it in His timing and ways.  I pray that these poems speak into your heart and that you will feel God’s Spirit talking to you.  Do not limit what He can do in and through you.  You are precious to Him.  He loves you just the way you are.   God has kept His Word and this book proves what God can do and who He is.  
Thank you for taking the time to read about my walk with Jesus Christ.