Grace is alive, living waters. If I dam up the grace, hold the blessings tight, joy within dies... waters that have no life.
Ann VoskampIn counting gifts, to one thousand, more, I discover that slapping a sloppy brush of thanksgiving over everything in my life leaves me deeply thankful for very few things in my life.
Ann VoskampThe cynics, they can only speak of the dark, of the obvious, and this is not hard. For all itโs supposed sophistication, itโs cynicism thatโs simplistic. In a fallen world, how profound is to see the cracks? The sages and prophets, the disciples and revolutionaries, they are the ones up on the ramparts, up on the wall pointing to the dawn of the new Kingdom coming, pointing to the light that breaks through all things broken, pointing to redemption always rising and to the Blazing God who never sleeps.
Ann Voskamp