I would like to preempt this blog by saying there are many women who have directly affected and changed my life. For the sake of this blog I am going to focus on my mom, Dr. Susan R. Davis, DDS, OAGD.

What can I write about my mom? She is the mayor of my home town, the most integral dentist I know, and president of the Oklahoma Academy of General Dentistry. She is amazing, brilliant, resilient, compassionate, generous, and many other things that would take me thousands of words to describe. I have so many fond memories of my mom including taking a nap on the couch only to wake up the the amazing smell of food coming from the kitchen, receiving gifts when she would come home from meetings all over the country, and riding in the car for hours on end with her.

She has represented God so well to me and to all of those around her. There are three specific traits that she has represented that I want to focus on. First of all my mom is so compassionate. On several occasions when we were driving in the car my mom would go out of her way to pick up hitch hikers. Once we were on our way to Tulsa, probably for one of my sister’s eye doctor appointments, and we passed a car broken down on the side of high way between Enid and Tulsa (possibly between Woodward and Enid I can’t remember all of fine details). We were approaching a break in the median for turning and my mom slowed down. I asked her what she was doing and she said we were going to check on the people who were with the car. As we turned around, we started shifting stuff around in the car, throwing unnecessary items to the back. When we drove up there were two guys and the car was obviously not working. She asked them where they were going and we were headed that direction so they hopped in. They were so grateful and our entire car ride with them was full of discussion about God. Most people are so scared of picking up hitchhikers because they are “dangerous.” Every time my mom picked up hitchhikers it was because she was so compelled by the compassion of God, and I dare to say that because of that motivation we were safer with them in the car than without in those moments. No matter how dangerous a situation may seem, if you are in the center if God’s will for you, you are safe and fully protected.

My mom is also so generous. I cannot tell you how many Wednesdays in a row my mom would pay for McDonalds for hands full of youth after church, and then drive all over Northwest Oklahoma to drop them home. From McDonalds to eastern Woodward, to Fort Supply, to Buffalo, to Rosston, and all over Laverne before headed home and usually all in one night. Other times, even if we had a toll pass, she would drive through the pay line at a road toll and pay for several cars behind us. Once we were on our way to Tulsa, after she paid for several cars behind us a lady sped up and tried to flag us down at a McDonalds to thank us, but my mom was embarrassed so she just smiled and waved and we kept driving.

The third and possibly most important trait is worship. Growing up we lived forty five minutes from church, and my mom still lives that far. I can remember driving the forty five minutes to church listening to Jason Upton, or having my mom practice songs from Steven Curtis Chapman over and over to sing as a special at church. Only to arrive forty five minutes early so she could worship and set the atmosphere before worship practice even started. Sometimes we would visit other churches and she would jump around and raise her hands when everyone else was sitting around like a bump on a log. She would often drive ten hours in one day to keep her passion and get trained in the supernatural. At youth camp time you could find her serving with the EMs with no need of recognition or a title. In everything my mom does she worships, but the amazing thing is she is not just doing worship. Worship is a part of who she is. Of all things she has taught me, this has to be one of the most important. My mom’s intimacy with God is always evident and shines through every area of her life. If you haven’t met her yet, I hope that you do, and I can guarantee that if you have met me then you have been directly impacted by her. Love you, mom.

Yours truly,

Lady Lucha

PS Check out my mom’s blog at



Due North

I was about to get ready for bed when I was inspired by a clip from a fellow student’s mission trip to South Africa. I was skipping through and there was a scene of two students praying for a woman’s legs. I know one of the students personally and my first thought was to ask him if he saw Jesus in her eyes. My second thought was about India.

When we were in India we had the privilege of visiting a love colony, also known as a leper colony. (I am sad that the families living in colonies are referred to according to diseases plaguing their bodies.) While we were there I felt so loved and safe. There was such a beautiful sense of unity and family. We had the honor of worshipping with them and one of my friends captured angels singing with us in a recording. It was as if all of heaven stopped to participate in the amazing fellowship. Many members on our team acknowledged that in spite of their pain and suffering the people in that particular colony had so much joy and hope. We saw Jesus in their eyes.

This week is our final week of first year at Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry. I have been intending to write a blog on what I have learned this year. When I thought of seeing Jesus in the eyes of the people in India it tied in perfectly with what I have learned in the past eight and a half months.

I was told that many people came to school at BSSM to experience the signs and the wonders. Do not get me wrong, experiencing gold dust appearing and angel feathers falling is pretty cool, and seeing instantaneous miracles right before your eyes is definitely humbling. When I was asked why I desired to attend school in my interview I responded, “I can tell that the leaders love really well and that is a culture I want to be around and learn from.” (This has definitely been my experience and I hope to write in more detail about this at a later time.)

First year was hard for me at first. Lord Lucha, who was also going to attend school as a first year student, had yet to arrive due to immigration processing and we had already been apart for two months by the time school started. Another thing that was hard for me was coming into a place of nearly twelve hundred students with no status. The staff intentionally created an even starting ground for everyone. A clean slate, as some would like to call it. That is excellent for people who had a recent start, but for someone who had served in church for a while, it was frustrating. Yet it ended up being one of the best things when people did not relate to me because I came with a title or a position. They related with me as me.

As many if you know Lord Lucha made it to school about a month late and things started to balance out for me. I learned so many things over this year. I learned about identity, foundational kingdom truths, rest, boundaries, relationships, and the list could go on. Yet the thing that I learnt most about and the experiences I cherish the most are about love. I learned yet again that life is about loving people. People are not another outreach project. Life is not about living from one event to the next. Life is a mission trip and people are created to be loved.

So my challenge is to take an extra second whilst in the check out line to see Jesus in the cashier’s eyes. If you look close enough you will see Jesus. If you dig deep enough you will find the gold. So I return to my due north – love. Which direction are you facing?

Yours truly,
Lady Lucha