Welcome to Rubble Prayers

I’ve carried these stories for years - of church hurt, of trying to hold a marriage together, of unlearning theology that left me in pieces. I’ve carried stories of starting over, of raising kids in the middle of grief, and of rebuilding a faith that still feels holy, even if it looks nothing like the one I grew up with.

This Substack is where I’m laying those pieces down - honestly, vulnerably, and in hope. Rubble Prayers is for anyone who’s ever wondered if God could still be found after the walls fell. It’s for those walking through divorce in a faith tradition that called it sin. It’s for the ones parenting differently than they were parented. It’s for the ones who are still tender from religious trauma, still searching for language, still aching for something true.

Here’s what you can expect:

• Free posts: reflections, conversation starters, and stories for anyone who’s walking this path.

• Paid posts: longer essays, blessings, and more personal writing for those who want to support this work and my book project.

• Founding members: a way to stand with me as I build something new, brick by brick.

If any of this resonates with you, I’d love for you to subscribe - free or paid - and even more, to share this space with someone who might need it. My hope is that Rubble Prayers becomes not just my story, but a gathering place for all of ours.

With gratitude,
Abigail