But the irony: Don't I often want to desperately wriggle free of the confines of a small life? Yet when I stand before immensity that heightens my smallness--I have never felt sadness. Only burgeoning wonder. Is it because within each frame of finite flesh lies the likeness of infinite God? In all things large and spectacular, we recognize glimpses of home and the call to our own deeper chemistry. Do we writhe to peel out of our smallness and into the big life because that fits our inborn God-image?

— Ann Voskamp

Can God be counted on? Count blessings and find out how many of His bridges have already held.

— Ann Voskamp

Christian hands never clasp and He doesn't give gifts for gain because a gift can never stop being a gift - it is always meant to be given.

— Ann Voskamp

Communion, by necessity, always leads us into community.

— Ann Voskamp

Could a name be any shorter? Three letters without even the flourish of an e. Ann, a trio of curves and lines. It means “full of grace”.

— Ann Voskamp

Count blessings and discover Who can be counted on.

— Ann Voskamp

Daily discipline is the door to full freedom, and the discipline to count to one thousand gave way to the freedom of wonder and I can't imagine not staying awake to God at the moment, the joy in the now.

— Ann Voskamp

Do I really smother my own joy because I believe that anger achieves more than love?

— Ann Voskamp

Eucharist has taught me to trust that there is always enough God. He has no end.

— Ann Voskamp

Eucharist means 'to give thanks,' and give is a verb, something that we do. God calls me to do, thanks. To give the thanks away. That thanks-giving might literally become thanks-living. That our lives become the very blessings we have received. I am blessed. I can bless. Imagine! I could let Him make me the gift! I could be the joy!

— Ann Voskamp