Elizabeth Davis

My Story

Welcome! I’ll introduce myself instead of doing what you’re “supposed” to do and write in third person, pretending I’m not actually the one writing it. Forget what’s normal and what’s expected. Let’s be real.

I’m Elizabeth R Davis. I only include the “R” in there because otherwise my name is too common. I live in Kentucky with the coolest guy that also decided I was pretty cool, so we got married. I love Jesus. I have a passion for debunking the lies about who he is and showing people how he offers the freedom we all crave. I love coffee. There isn’t much that is more joyful than sitting at a coffee shop writing, reading, or talking about all of life with good friends. I have POTS. It’s a chronic illness with a long name and longer list of symptoms. It keeps me humble and reminds me of my limitations.

I also love teenagers. I know, that sounds weird at first, but hear me out. You’re the world-changers. You’re the most misunderstood group of people to walk this earth. You’re the people I write for and the people I want to spend the rest of my life walking alongside and encouraging. You’re my heroes.

Now, I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I can promise to be real. Let’s cut the crap, stop putting on a show, and get down to what really matters.

Welcome! I’ll introduce myself instead of doing what you’re “supposed” to do and write in the third person, pretending I’m not actually the one writing it. Forget what’s normal and what’s expected. Let’s be real.

I’m Elizabeth R Davis. I only include the “R” in there because otherwise, my name is too common. I live in Kentucky with the coolest guy that also decided I was pretty cool, so we got married. I love Jesus. I have a passion for debunking the lies about who he is and showing people how he offers the freedom we all crave. I love coffee. There isn’t much that is more joyful than sitting at a coffee shop writing, reading, or talking about all of life with good friends. I have POTS. It’s a chronic illness with a long name and a longer list of symptoms. It keeps me humble and reminds me of my limitations.

I also love teenagers. I know, that sounds weird at first, but hear me out. You’re the world-changers. You’re the most misunderstood group of people to walk this earth. You’re the people I write for and the people I want to spend the rest of my life walking alongside and encouraging. You’re my heroes.

Now, I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I can promise to be real. Let’s cut the crap, stop putting on a show, and get down to what really matters.