Losses do that. One life-loss can infect the whole of a life. Like a rash that wears through our days, our sight becomes peppered with black voids. Now everywhere we look, we only see all that isn’t: holes, lack, deficiency.
Ann VoskampLove doesn't necessarily mean bless or agree with, it means sacrifice for and suffer with.
Ann VoskampLife is so urgent and necessitates living slow. It's only the amateurs-and that I've been, and it's been ugly-who thinks slow and urgent are contradictory.
Ann Voskamp