Simplicity is ultimately a matter of focus.

No one told me that it would all happen at the same hallowed time: Mothering is at once the hardest and the holiest and the happiest.

The book [ One Thousand Gifts] took just over a year to write, on the fringe hours, early and late, around home educating 6 kids and farming and blogging. And I wonder if the greatest challenges was to keep pressing into it when I had never been here before. I felt like Abraham - being called to something that he didn't know how to get to.

God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy.

Maybe the man who said that his doctor had pulled him off Prozac because One Thousand Gifts and taking the dare to write 1,000 gifts was healing deep places in him and leading him to *experience* joy.

Christian hands never clasp and He doesn't give gifts for gain because a gift can never stop being a gift - it is always meant to be given.

Once you have tasted conviction, you can’t bear to keep swallowing complacency.