Divine timing is no joke and I am about to tell you why.
I had a dream about this blog post.
A dream that I needed to write about two of the most influential people in my life and I feel it weighing on my chest so heavily that I am being called to write this. I often ignore this urge when it feels like
A: no one would read it
or
B: it is a topic so egocentric that no one could benefit from it
or
C: no one would care to read it
But today I am doing it anyway.
I don’t think this is a topic that I can ignore.
I think the signs from the other side will become so unavoidably blatant if I choose to put this off.
I can not practice avoidance to live in comfort, I am not wired for that.
I am choosing to write this post as I believe someone or someones on the other side are calling me to do so.
This has happened to me one other time in the history of this blog and that was
Entry No. 27 which is the post where I discuss my abuser and my history with domestic violence. I felt called to write that post so heavily and people tried to discourage me. Many friends and family members, even strangers on the internet, ask
why
I continue to talk about it.
I talk about it because it matters, because I refuse to be silenced ever again, and because I could have used someone who was speaking out in courage when I felt so alone.
I posted it anyway.
It has become my most successfully and widely shared/viewed entry to date. I had so many people reach out to me who have been through domestic violence and said that they were moved by my words.
I even had someone reach out saying me continuing to speak about it inspired them to leave.
I see you sweet friend.
I felt called to write it because they needed the words in my heart and had I chosen to ignore that feeling, things could have turned out very differently.
So when I got that feeling last night I knew,
this can not be ignored.
I decided this morning to write the post that has been weighing heavy on my heart even if no one reads it.
That’s when the
magic
started happening.
I stumbled upon some of my old scholarship essay applications and writings from when I was in high school. Essays written by a 16/17 year old Mo and I was pretty taken aback.
I always knew I loved words but writing was something that I would have thought became prominent in my heart only a few years ago. But reading my writing that is almost 10 years old hit me pretty hard this morning for a few reasons.
Divine timing is
funny.
Last night I had a dream that I needed to write about them.
Today I found 10 year old essays I don't remember writing containing the words I have been feeling compelled to share.
I see you God, I see you.
I want to write about two very very important people in my life who are no longer with us. I want to write about who they were, how they lived, how they impacted me, and how loved they are.
I am choosing to write about my paternal grandmother and my maternal grandfather.
As I will be including a lot of words, stories, and memories I have decided for the first time to break up a post into multiple posts.
This post will serve as the introduction to my
Homework From Heaven Series. The next entry will be about my grandfather, and the following about my grandmother.
I truly believe in eternal life after death and I believe that our loved ones can communicate to us in a multitude of ways. Whether that be through dreams, physical signs, or just through messages that are placed in our heart.
What I am saying is:
I hear you two, loud and clear. I respect my elders and I am getting to work writing this. I love you guys!
To you sweet reader, I hope in some way the thing I am called to share with you matters to you, that you might be the reason for me sharing.
If you're not, and I am just tasked to write something that no one is intended to read, I hope that I can make two incredible souls feel at peace.
Hug your loved ones close, tomorrow is not guaranteed and life is precious.
Love you more,
Morgan
Check this out Corner:
90 Minutes in Heaven: A True Story of Death and Life by Don Piper and Cecil Murphey
I read this book a few years ago and it has still been impactful on me years later. If this is something you're interested in, there is a life after this one. Read about a man who saw it.
is the passionate creator and driving force behind The Modest Journal. At 28 years old, she wears many hats as the owner, founder, CEO, and self-described "resident words girl."
For Morgan, words are more than just communication—they are her love language, her means of storytelling, and a source of inspiration for others. Her blog is a testament to her desire to merge her passions into a single creative outlet, aiming to bring joy and provoke thought through her words.
Whether she's impacting, inspiring, or offering a fresh perspective, Morgan hopes her writing resonates deeply with her audience.