I Tried to Run… But Purpose Found Me Anyway

​Blog number three in one day — the same day I, Patrice Davis, blogged for the first time in almost three years (and before that, another year-long gap). Soooo what’s new? I’m 33 now (my Jesus Year). I’m married. I have a son — Leonardo, named after the ninja turtle, not the actor or the painter lol. And in the middle of all that life, this calling still sits in my chest, pressing forward like it has something to say.

We’re having a great evening, by the way. And that alone is a testament to what we’ve been through lately. God is real. Listening to your body is real. And the way the two connect — Holy Spirit and nervous system — is something I’m learning to trust more than anything else.

As time goes on, I’m realizing a relationship with Christ isn’t about perfect church attendance or surrounding yourself with only “sanctified” friends. It’s about walking in your ministry every single day, no matter what building you’re in or what religious person side-eyes you for having a ministry that doesn’t look like theirs.

Now I’m a stay-at-home mom — a role I fought with tooth and nail — building a business I was literally pushed into (thank You, Holy Spirit). And this business? It’s going to use every single part of me: every skill, every job I’ve worked, every degree I earned, every life experience I survived. Romans 8:28 has always been real for me, but now I’m watching it unfold in real time.

And honestly, I think that’s why this blog is flowing out of me tonight. Not because everything is perfect, but because I’m finally standing in a place where I can see how God has been stitching all of this together — the hard seasons, the quiet ones, the confusing ones, the ones I don’t even feel ready to write about yet. I know there’s a deeper story in me, one I’ve avoided for a long time, but I also know I don’t have to rush it. When it’s time, it’ll come out with the same ease this vision is coming back with. For now, I’m just grateful to feel myself again — steady, present, and finally willing to walk in what’s been pressing on my chest for years.