Age and even the trial of disease (soul or body) can sometimes produce the sweetest fruit in us. The autumn of our lives can be a season of grace.
Creative Sparks Posts
I don’t think I am alone in this fight to shake off numbness and reach for joy. And I don't want to become comfortable with this frozen feeling.
Abigail Carroll said these are poems of lament. In writing these “Make Me” poems, she began to lean into metaphor, changing not only how she wrote but also how she prayed.
My life is my art, and I express it every single day. God had created an artist within me. It just looked different than other artists.