Quotes by Ann Voskamp

I speak the unseen into seeing and I can feel it, this steady breathing in the rhythm of grace--give thanks (in), give thanks (out).

We have all received on grace after another, but we only recognize the glory of God in this moment when we wake to the one grace after another.

When we lay the soil of our hard lives opened the rain of grace and let Joy permeate our cracked and dry places, let joy soak into our broken skin and deep crevices, life grows. How can this not be the best thing for the world? for us? The clouds open when we mouth thanks. p. 58

That is what a shadow is, and empty space, a hole in the light. Evil is this - a hole in the goodness of God.

Do I really smother my own joy because I believe that anger achieves more than love?

The only way to fight a feeling is with a feeling.

The parent must always self-parent first, self-preach before child-teach, because who can bring peace unless they’ve held their own peace?

How can I help this son of mine see when I cant see? The parent must always self-parent first, self-preach before child-teach, because who can bring peace unless theyve held their own peace?

Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.

Without Gods Word as a lens, the world warps.

And its the Word of God that turns the rocks in the mouth to loaves on the tongue. That fills our emptiness with the true and real good, that makes the eyes see, the body full of light.

I wear the lens of the Word and all the world transfigures into the Beauty of Christ and everything is eucharisteo.

Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.

Eucharisteo—thanksgiving—always precedes the miracle.

Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant—a seed—this plants the giant miracle.

Thanksgiving creates abundance.

Life-changing gratitude does not fasten to a life unless nailed through with one very specific nail at a time.

If the heights of our joy are measured by the depths of our gratitude, and gratitude is but a way of seeing, a spiritual perspective of smallness might offer a vital way of seeing especially conducive to gratitude

...this counting blessings was the unlocking of the mystery of joy, joy, the gigantic secret of the Christian, joy hiding in gratitude ... God had used the dare to give me this; led me all he way to give me this, live fully, fully live. Page 83

Hurry always empties a soul.