That I may know Him Was my heartfelt plea. Little did I know then What was in store for me. He gently took me by the hand and led me down a path I did not understand to show His plan for me.
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.
Sit with these two words: Courage and Patience. Let them stir you and spark your own creativity. Plunge in. Paint a picture. Write a story or a poem. Sing a song. Dance!
when love bleeds into the hollow, suffusing Eden’s ache with a touch so tender it shears self, cleaving pain and shattering suffering into resplendent shards of joy, glimpses of a world beyond the veil.
