Abigail Morris

There are moments when your life starts over. Something burns to the ground, and suddenly you’re left standing in the wreckage of the past. It’s isolating, dark, infuriating, lonely, and scary. But somewhere in the distance, there is a tiny speck of light, a place where your new life begins. This transition from one life to the next is isolating for a reason. It takes everything you have to grow, heal, and learn from the last chapter. You need protection. Stillness. Time. This waiting period...

I do the best I can. Sometimes that doesn't add up to a hill of beans. Other days, it's a feat worth admiring. I've watched my compass turn ninety degrees left, then one hundred eighty right. How much did I sleep? What did I eat? Am I hydrated? How is my mental health? What's my stress level? Who's in my corner? My circle? My bed? Do I like my job? How much am I working? How's my relationship with my daughter, my sister, my mother, my father, my brother? How is my daughter? How are her...

Some of my earliest memories as a child weren't about toys or cartoons. They were about longing. I remember desperately wanting to speak with Jesus. I wanted to see beyond what everyone else could see. I wanted to communicate with the unseen world, to experience something sacred, something deeper than everyday life. Looking back now, I realize I wasn't just searching for God. I was searching for connection. Not casual conversation. Not friendships. Not belonging to a group. I was searching...