Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else's, and you've just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul.
Ann VoskampThe prayers we weave into the matching of socks, the stirring of oatmeal, the reading of stories, they survive fire.
Ann VoskampI was simply writing out our family stories in my online journal, scratching out what I want to remember, what I was wrestling out with God. Unbeknownst to me, two readers of the posts, both published authors, contacted their agent, Bill Jensen, within 24 hours of each other, encouraging him to drop me a line. Which he did.
Ann Voskamp