Tuesday, May 31, 2011

bare beauty

The garden smells pungent and green and alive. The light’s warm. The loamy tilth of the soil lies loose, open, expectant. I walk the rows and all the weight of everything falls away and I know the the bare beauty of who He made me to be.

Ann Voskamp

Monday, May 30, 2011

a thousand

Egyptians have fifty words for sand, and Eskimos, a hundred for snow.

How to find a thousand words for the joy of all this grace we walk in?

Ann Voskamp

Sunday, May 29, 2011

green space

God gives green space to the Mamas needing heart space.
Ann Voskamp

Saturday, May 28, 2011


The prayers we weave into the matching of socks, the stirring of oatmeal, the reading of stories, they survive fire.
Ann Voskamp

Friday, May 27, 2011


Ours are the hands through which he works
Ours are the feet on which he moves
Ours are the voices through which he speaks
To this world with kindness

Written by Brian McLaren
Performed by Steve Bell

Thursday, May 26, 2011


On every level of life, from housework to heights of prayer, in all judgement and effort to get things done, hurry and impatience are sure marks of the amateur.
Ann Voskamp

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


I want to see beauty. In the ugly, in the sink, in the suffering, in the daily, in all the days before I die, the moments before I sleep."
Ann Voskamp

Tuesday, May 03, 2011


They say time is money, but that's not true. Time is life. And if I want the fullest life, I need to find fullest time... the busyness of your life leaving little room for the source of your life... 

God gives us time. And who has time for God? 

Which makes no sense.