Igniting Visions By the time Marisa Williams reached the front door, she was emotionally exhausted. The relationship with her mother had been strained for years – layered with misunderstandings, unspoken hurt, and unresolved pain. She was trying to leave quietly, hoping to avoid yet another argument. Then her mother called her name from the bathroom. “I was at the door and she hollered for me,” Williams said. She paused, praying that the short distance down the hallway wouldn’t end the way so many visits had before – in raised voices, slammed doors,and tears that felt more like defeat than healing….