The Garden Experience: Snippet

Hello my followers!! It has been a while.

I have been working diligently on a few new books that follow the Damia Willis, FBI Series.

Today, I’m sharing a short snippet from book two of The Garden Experience; this part shares how men should be thinking when serving as well as being married.

Peter looked off into the distance; up towards the sky as the moon was very bright. He gathered his words in his mind before he spoke. “We have a responsibility as husbands to take care of our wives. Everything that happens with each given day brings us closer to the end of our assignment; the assignments we’re on for that particular day and we are still HUSBANDS.”
“Peter…”

“No matter who I am or whom I was, I’m married to Jasmine under the eyes of the Lord; still serving still living and-”

“Still leading.” Anthony interjected

“Still leading.” Peter agreed. It was a long day and going into a longer night.
“Peter,” Reed started, “You are not alone. We have never been alone in anything we need to do for the kingdom. Peter, God’s got this and us.”

Get ready for book two before Black Friday!

 

Dana Williamson

B.A.D. Books

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Voices: The Other Woman

Voices is a series of blog posts I’m sharing from my book of the same name:

VOICES: The truth, the pain, the love and the choice. 

Ladies, some of us have been the side chick; you know the one that plays second to the main chick and get all of the left overs from a man WE CAN’T EVEN CHEAT ON??

Yes, well today, I’m writing from the voice of the other woman. Not just the side chick, piece of pie waiting in the rafters but the woman YOUR MAN is in love with.

Step inside the bedroom and listen on in this conversation.

“We are not having this conversation, Paul.”

“We must, Sara, we must.”

Sara was speaking to Paul, on speaker phone, while getting ready for bed.

“Paul, this is just a ploy to get over here; it’s not happening.”

“I want to talk about leaving my wife.” Paul’s voice sounded strained.

“Paul, you are not leaving your wife.”

“I am.”

“Whatever, I’m going to bed, Paul. I might even have company tonight.” Sara said sacastically while sipping on some wine.

“Sara…”

“What?”

“I’ve been doing this all wrong, and I’m sorry. We need to talk; please open your door.” It was after 11pm; Sara looked towards her bedroom door and down the hall as Paul said, “I’m outside, in the rain, please open the door.”

Sara trotted down the stairs to the front door and looked through the glass to see rain pouring down and Paul in it. She threw open the door and said, “You didnt?”

“I left my wife Sara. I told her about you and how I was-”

“What? You were what? What could you possibly have told her?” Sara was truly stunned. Late night conversations or lunch dates once a week weren’t an affair; adultery maybe but not an affair.

“I’m in love with you Sara.”

“How? By Conversation?”

“Sara…” Paul stood on the uncovered porch with sad eyes, “My marriage has been over since before I met you. When we met and started to have lunch and, yes, conversations, I realized what I was missing. My entire falicy of a marriage is my fault. We married out of college, started great careers, scheduled sex, and never had time to consider kids or anything that looked like fun. Her work meetings turned into weekend vacations in other countries and my work meetings consisted of me staring at the walls in my office.”

“Wow…”

“I didn’t leave my wife because of you, but becasue you helped me see my faults. I”m not here to say I want you, let me in your bed. I don’t even know why you said that but, I’m here to say, we need to talk about this…I love you. You Sarah..not your body, but YOU.”

Sara stood looking at home not thinking he was soaking wet from the rain and her hardwod floors were beginning to show signs of flooding. Sara was stunned.

“Look, I’m checking into the Hilton for an unprecedented amount of time; I just thought you should know, by seeing my face no doubt, how I feel. I’m sorry I bothered you. Good night Sara.” Paul turned and started down the steps of the porch when Sara stopped him.

“Pauli,” She spoke his given name in almost a whisper but he heard her. He turned back with a hopeful look in his eyes, “I love you, too.” Sara released the statement from the pit of her soul scared of what this meant for them both.

Paul walked back to the door and leaned in to kiss Sara on her cheek. He whispered in her ear, “We’ll meet for lunch this week like we always do, and I’ll call you from time to time, until we know it’s right to go to the next level. I will respect you, Sara. ”

“Thank you, I agree.” She whispered back.

Paul drove off heading to the Hilton hotel; Sara didn’t close the door until the tail lights faded in the distance.

Voices, (c) 2017, B.A.D LLC dba Destined Publishing

If She Only Knew

Here is another part of the new book from ‘Mike’s’ perspective:

 

Sitting in his office, he allowed his mind to drift about her. He knew the visions were becoming more real, and more intense, in his life. Mike was afraid it was a trick of the enemy. Seeing this woman almost every night in every dream started to scare him, but somehow, someway, Mike felt like these visions and dreams would become a reality.

He blushed, thanking God he was alone, as he recalled waking up one morning with such intensity in his manhood he was almost ashamed.

“Almost.” He whispered to himself. His cell phone pulled him out of his day dreaming; it was his pastor. “Pastor Whitlow, how are you?”

“I’m good Michael; I was just checking on you because you crossed my mind this afternoon. Bishop said to give you a call.”

Straightening up in his chair Mike looked around the office as if he were being watched. He knew his pastor and her husband walked strongly in the prophetic. “Well, ma’am, I’m good.”

“Are you retiring this year, Mike?”

“I plan to.” He responded.

“Are you dating, Mike?” She asked slowly.

“Uhm, No ma’am.”

“Mike, I’ve had a vision of you with a woman; this woman was in the hospital.”

He cleared his throat and said, “I’m not sure whom that is, Pastor Whitlow.”

“Mike, tell me you haven’t had these same visions.”

He let the phone drop slightly from his ear as he pondered lying to her; he knew he couldn’t, but he, too, couldn’t explain this woman or even share what her name is.

“I’ve had the same visions, Pastor.” He responded reluctantly.

“She’s your wife, Mike.”

 

Dana Williamson

Writer, Author, Coach, Minister of the Gospel

Another Visit

Yes, I’m still creating this book I shared with you in the previous post, but it is full of the intimacy a Christian has and is full of the suspense of the unknown? Are you ready?

She shut the door behind her and leaned against it as she let the worries of the day play over in her mind. Before she opened her eyes an invigorating aroma filled her nose. Quickly, she realized it was a man cologne and her eyes flew open. There at the bottom of her stairs sat “Mike”; he just stared at her with chin resting on his folded hands.

“Why?” She asked.

“Why what?”

“Why are you here?”

“You know why; it’s all in the plan.”

“I don’t know the full extent of the plan. This isn’t fair you just show up!” She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and sighed. “It’s just not fair.” She said lowering her voice.

“It’s not about what is fair, but what is right.” She felt his breath in her ear as whispered his response. When she opened her eyes he was gone; another visit from her future king.

“God, not again!!!”

Dana Williamson

B.A.D. LLC dba B.A.D. BOOKS.

 

Vision of Mike

Below is portion of a story being created from the prophetic visions of Me: The author…

Take a step into my library while I write:

 

“I’ve watched you for years.”

“Years?” She said looking at him from her hospital bed.

“Yes.” He answered staring at her not blinking. His emotions were high but he had them in check that the look he gave her frightened and intrigued her.

“That’s kind of stalkerish.”  She said.

“Maybe, but I had to wait.” He responded leaning against the wall.

“Really, Mike?”

“Yes, really. I’m not sure why that is so hard for you to understand.”

She realized what he was saying; her spiritual discernment always told her someone was watching waiting and loving her from a distance but she wasn’t ready. Even now, in the hospital, she asks God why it had to be here.

“I just always thought I was wrong.”

“Wrong? You were never wrong; even about this.”

“What do we do now?”

“Only God knows.” He responded and faded away.

She blinked twice and realized she had been in a vision, having a full conversation with her future husband.

© B.A.D. Blessed, Anointed & Destined, LLC ™ dba B.A.D BOOKS

Leave a comment below if you are interested in more!

Dana Williamson

Writer/Coach

The Missing Files: Part 2

Purchase Damia Willis, FBI Limited Edition here to read the first parts of the initial story. 

If Damia could have heard the conversations being had by the people and FOR THE PEOPLE being sent to help her, she would have felt differently about the calling on her life as things went forward. If she were aware of the tasks her future husband was being given she wouldn’t have worried.

Dianna fell to her knees on the side of the couch full of the spirit and still worshipping. Dave stopped walking around the table retrieved a pad of paper from the hall desk and started to write what the Lord gave him to do with their possessions in the house. Before he could finish writing his cell phone rang. Dave walked to the kitchen and looked at the caller ID, it was one of the pastors of the church they attended. Dave became worried because it was 3 a.m.

“Hello?” Dave answered.

“Elder Dave?” Pastor Michael Warner spoke when Dave answered, “I know it’s late, or early, but…”

“Not a problem, Pastor, what can I do for you?”

Dianna walked into the kitchen with Dave and whispered, “He’s going to give us something.”

“Elder, the Lord woke me up and told me to give you something I have no use for any longer.” Dave didn’t respond right away as he looked at his wife and shook his head, “Elder?”

“Yes, sir, I’m still here.”

Pastor Michael laughed and said, “You’re not shocked I’m calling.”

“No sir, I’m not.” Dave responded laughing as well.

“Tell your wife I said hello. Listen, I have this RV that-“

“I’m sorry what?” Dave studdered.

“I have an RV; you know a recreation vehicle for on the road travel. It isn’t much but, I’m not using it.”

Peter King to Reed Lovell 10/2016

“This is Chief Lovell.”

“Hello, Chief, it’s Peter King.”

“Mr. King,” The chief sighed, “How can I help you?”

“Chief, the Lord is calling you again and this time, lots of lives will change.”

“O-kay,” the chief responded sitting forward in his chair, “Are you returning here?”

“No, you’ll know when the messenger shows up, but, I do need you to reach out to a jeweler there and have a ring made. I will email you the specifics.”

“Ring?”

“Yes, sir. I must go; I’m in the middle of extensive traveling.”

“Alright, Mr. King.”

“And, Chief?”

“Yes, sir?”

“She’s fine.” Peter ended the call and got on the jet waiting for him.

 

This project is finished and being developed for those super-fans ready for WHAT IS NEXT for Damia Willis, FBI et al.

 

Dana Marie

Smart, SAVED, & Sexy: Where is Bae?

Proverbs 18:22 (NKJV) He who finds a wife finds a good thing,
And obtains favor from the Lord.

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If you are single and have been for a long time, sometimes you wonder, where is BAE? I have come today to remind you, especially the ladies, STOP LOOKING FOR BAE. Bae isn’t going to show up if your eyes are focused on where instead of why. God intended for your HUSBAND, ladies, TO FIND YOU.

Men, husbands, stop being a player and realize you need to be in a position to see the wife God has for you. You need to be able to tell those girls, BAE is waiting and she’s got me already. BAE IS PRAYING for you …..oh my..I’M ABOUT TO PREACH IN HERE.

Ladies, STOP DATING THEM….BECAUSE GOD SHOWED YOU AND IS SENDING HIM.

Husbands, when someone else shows up and your heart is with BAE, you’ll be just like Author in Merlin.


 

It’s not LUST if You’re Married

One of the things I know having been a wife, is that when I would think of making love sessions, my thoughts went to my husband. I didn’t fantasize about anyone else, and it wasn’t really a fantasy. It was a thought of what was about to GO DOWN with my husband later that day, that night, etc.

It’s not lust if you’re married and thinking of your husband. It’s not lust if you’re having hot and steaming LOVE MAKING with your husband. What is lust and sinful, etc, is when you have to think of someone to get aroused, when you watch pornography, when everything outside your bedroom has to help you in your bedroom.

Get it together saints!

Love on, and with, your SPOUSE!

Not the Christian Stereotype

I am loved. I am want to be loved, and I want to give all of my love to my future king. Spiritually, neither of us are ready.

I spoke this today in my spirit, out-loud, and now here; why? People believe Christians don’t feel loving in a way a wife loves a husband. We’re adults here so let me be clear: wives want to love on their husbands behind closed doors 15 years into their marriage as if they are still newlyweds. Wives want to give their entire bodies to their husbands because that’s what we do. (I was a wife so I can say we.)

Yet, society doesn’t look at a Christian being able to do that.

Let me shut down the stereotype: SEX IS NORMAL. GOD intended for a man and a woman to have SEX. Maybe it reproduces a short version of themselves maybe it doesn’t, but GOD INTENDED for us to enjoy each other sexually as well when we’re not having sex.

Why are we, my future king and myself, not ready?

We live lives that are building on the gifts God has given us. We haven’t even had a chance to court each other let along be ready to give to each other lovingly. You’re probably asking why am I talking about this: BECAUSE SOMEONE ELSE IS WONDERING ABOUT THEIR SEX LIFE IN A CHRISTIAN HOME.

Let go of the  religious rhetoric and love on your husband. Whether it is the kitchen, bedroom, shower or garage (yesssss, stop being so timid), keep the flame lite.

 

Love ya!

Dana Williamson

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Smart, Saved, & Sexy: Dana Williamson

Every time I post here, I share a piece of me in my words but I never share me. Today, I wanted to do something different and give you the woman behind the books, behind the rhyme, forever in ministry and ahead of time. I’m thankful that in this part of my life I can do this with out fear of the enemy. Remember the word of God says resist the enemy and He will flee!

I started writing short stories and poetry at twelve years old; I didn’t know I could publish or even sell my works until seven years ago. Since then, I have been work diligently to do what is necessary to keep my gift growing. From self help books to recently publishing my first Christian Fiction series, here I am: Dana Williamson.

SMART:

I have three degrees: two associate degrees (Police Science and Biblical Studies) and a Bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice. I have many certifications in business and ministry as well as in learning my craft.

SAVED:

I accepted the Christ as my Lord and savior in September of 1995 even though I had known the Lord for many years prior. I went to Catholic Elementary and High Schools, and obtained my Bachelors Degree from a Lutheran College. I am a ministry leader, not by choice, but by my yes; the Lord called me and here I am.

SEXY: 

I keep my clothes on. I share the insights from a married woman. I encourage marriage although divorced. I walk under the biblical understanding that the marriage bed is not defiled. I want on my king!

With that I thank you all for liking, sharing, commenting and reading the blog posts from the lock on the door.

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In the next few days, look out for a free thank you gift!

God bless you!