Quotes from Ann Voskamp

Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else's, and you've just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul.

When we can't bottle our tears up anymore, God catches every one in His bottle. God's catching every falling tear because He won't let us fall apart.

There is a way to live the big of giving thanks in all things. It is this: to give thanks in this one small thing. The moments will add up.

I only live the full life when I live fully in the moment.

I came into this world the way every person on the planet does - with clenched fists.

Busy is a choice. Stress is a choice. Joy is a choice. Choose well.

God is patiently transfiguring all the notes of my life into the song of His Son.

Life 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.

Life isn't an emergency. Christ is in charge of every moment of the day; nothing catches Him off guard.

Grace is alive, living waters. If I dam up the grace, hold the blessings tight, joy within dies... waters that have no life.

Life is so urgent it necessitates living slow.

...life change comes when we receive life with thanks and ask for nothing to change.

The life that counts blessings discovers its yielding more than it seems.

I want a life that makes music - not just practices the piano.

I began [blogging] because I have this handicap - I can't figure out my life or see God clearly unless I untangle my life again with words.

I started blogging in 2004, light years ago on the Web. And I began because I have this handicap - I can't figure out my life or see God clearly unless I untangle my life again with words.

The busyness of your life leaves little room for the source of your life.

How do I wake up to joy and grace and beauty and all that is the fullest life when I must stay numb to losses and crushed dreams and all that empties me out?

Counting one thousand gifts, I discovered I could count on God.

And when I give thanks for the seemingly microscopic, I make a place for God to grow within me.

Thanksgiving creates abundance; and the miracle of multiplying happens when I give thanks-take the just one loaf, say it is enough, and give thanks-and He miraculously makes it more than enough.

Gratitude's not a natural posture. The prince of darkness is ultimately a spoiled ingrate, and I've spent most of my life as kin to the fist-shaker.

In 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.

Remembering with thanks is what causes us to trust - to really believe.