ALL RESOURCES BY Olga Samples Davis
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Do You Have an Attitude of Gratitude? >
After his first year at Emory University, my nephew came to visit me.
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Seven Steps to More Joyful Work >
How in the world do you get—and keep—this attitude of joy at work when circumstances are far less than acceptable?
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Small Celebrations in a Super-Sized Workplace >
A high-powered CEO once told me his secrets of success. He said simply, I kill everyone with kindness.
Let God Do His Mighty Thing >
Three women visited with me last week—three women who danced their faith in their everyday walk—and who got out of God's way so the Master could do His mighty thing!
Growing Back to Joy >
Childhood blankets you with a fanfare of natural joys: fantasy travel, handmade toys and books, shared Kool-Aid. Candy cigarettes, necklaces and bracelets . . . endless bike rides, homemade ice cream, and neighbors oozing concern as if you were their…
Going From—Toward >
How beautifully the essayist and social critic Henry David Thoreau speaks of the journeyer: "A traveler. I love his title. A traveler is to be revered as such. His profession is the best symbol of life. Going from—toward: it is the history of every one…
Embarking on My Otium >
"Without knowledge of self there is no knowledge of God." —John Calvin
Watch out! I am headed for the door! My thirty-one years of tenured service in higher education is coming to an end. A luminous new calling awaits me!
My…
Miracle Moments, Busy or Quiet >
My thirty-one years as a professor in higher education is coming to a close. Lately, I have found myself delightfully daydreaming about the prospect of leisurely mornings in meditation with glorious daybreaks and dawns and the written power of words.…
Seeing Through His Eyes >
When a stranger spit on me because my skin color was different from hers, I wondered how anyone could hate another person just because of pigment differences.
When a young classmate of a different culture and race refused to shake hands with me for…
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A Sunday Kind of Love >
As I remember the Sabbath of my childhood, white-gloved women in Sunday-go-to-meeting dresses, hats, and shoes flood my mind.
The Light of Laughter >
When I graduated from sixth grade, my exceptionally talented teacher gave me a palm-sized Bible and inscribed it with Matthew 5:16: "Let your light so shine before men that they may see good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven (KJV)."…
Old Enough to Retire >
On Eudora McArthur's 100th birthday, she chose to celebrate at the school where she volunteered for more than 60 years. As the hall monitors wheeled Mrs. Mac's cake into the storytelling circle, boys and girls from Mrs. Taylor's classes began to chatter:…
Everything Beautiful >
When we were very young, my mother gave her children the gifts of poetry, music, and song. When I was afraid, I could sing a song, or play the piano, or write poetry until the fear subsided and courage won the race. When I took a dance class, a new…
God In the Center >
A community prayer group was gathering for Bible study when one of its members began her litany of fear in the form of complaints and troubles. The group listened with empathy; however, the woeful tales seemed to have no end. A few minutes passed before…
A Brand New Creation >
For some members of the human family, the fear of speaking in front of a live audience rates close to the fear of dying. Trembling, dry mouth, perspiration, and various hues of pigment are but a few manifestations of this dreaded activity.
College…
