Hey, kindred souls! I’m Abigail. I am an old soul with a fondness for hefty tomes and cinnamon tea. I write on topics such as the value of art, the struggles of being human, and the ways to sight beauty in a torn world.
May you find words of light and space to ponder in this haven of hope.
A letter from the king in heaven to his lovely daughters. Sons, if you are reading, this may also apply to you. Hey, you. Yes, I’m talking to you, not the skinny girl applying makeup behind you. You are beautiful! I know that sounds cliche and maybe you’ve heard it a million times from your…
How would you feel if you were housed in a shipping container with one bathroom to share amongst twenty other workers? Like it or not, this is the living conditions of migrant workers all over Malaysia. Refugees from all over the world flee their homes every day in seek of shelter and hope for a…
Isolated. Contagious. Alone. Outcast. Sadness. Hurt. Watching your body disappear. These are a few of the definitions for Leprosy. Imagine how emotionally painful this disease must be. Being kicked out of your village because you are endangering the health of those around you. It’s like being a walking or crawling corpse ready to fall apart.…