A Time to Heal

This is me out in the country on Thanksgiving. Enjoying the big Texas sky, the open fields, smell of rain coming, with family & enjoying delicious food. But what you can’t see is what going on internally.

Grief (Ugh!).

Holidays are beautiful but hard for many. It’s a sensitive, emotional time for many. For me this new year I’m aiming to be more “Authenthic”. Being more open and letting people in on my story. Many people see all the things I’m doing, but many don’t know all the battles I’ve had to face to get where I’m at in my life. Let me let you in on one of the many things I’ve faced in my life.

So when I was 3 years old I was adopted. I was born in Mexico and brought to the U.S do be adopted by a family in the U.S I became a citizen of the U.S when I was in High School. My biological mom chose to return to Mexico to the man that was hurting us, so she left with my sister. Not knowing what was happening I waived bye to her and never saw them again. Till this day I’ve never seen them.

Life went on.

I grew up.

I became a mom and my Identity shifted I felt lost. Lost in all the hurt, habits, and labels the world put on me. The feelings of abandonment, not enough, rejection and unloved come up often. 

I was 28 when I found my identity in Christ.
In this season I’m healing from not knowing my biological mom or sister. Not remembering my hometown, not being raised in the country I was birthed in, not knowing who I look like, not having pictures of me from birth age to 3.
I am blessed and thankful to be in America and an adopted family but it doesn’t change the brokenness I feel about my birth and adoption.
I share this not to have people feel sorry for me but to share that we all grieve, we all experience brokenness inside, we all have seasons where we are being strengthened in our faith.
The good news is I know a God that heals, He is a great mender, He is a great comforter, He is JOY in the mist of hard times. I hope you know He is there for you too! Cry out to Him— JESUS!

You aren’t alone, your story matters, you matter, and there is a time for everything (this time is to heal). There is a time for everything. Seasons expire.

 Take Courage

Reyna Elizabeth Morris


A Time for Everything

    There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

     a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
     a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
     a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
     a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
     a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

     Ecclesiastes 3:1-8