Those are the hand written words for my wife from Ann Voskamp.
This morning I finished One Thousand Gifts and wept.
Here, this grown man of fifty one, weeping over a woman’s ability to form into words the authentic struggle and blessing of life. It wasn’t information passed, but a communion of well chosen words arranged in a book vase and set on the desk of this man’s heart.
I love flowers and beauty and poetry, especially when they are placed within weeds and ugly and the flat sentences of life. That is what Ann Voskamp has given to me over the past six months; her heart. It wasn’t her heart only, but the cadence of every heartbeat reverberating off life authentic.
I cannot add words to this book.
Ann summed it up when I handed my wife’s copy to her…
Joy can be taken!
Grace is everywhere.
Gratefulness precedes the miracle. Eucharisteo!
I will come back to the poetic prose of Voskamp. Have you read One Thousand Gifts?