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“Humbly let go. Let go of trying to do, let go of trying to control, let go of my own way, let go of my own fears. Let God blow His wind, His trials, oxygen for joy's fire. Leave the hand open and be. Be at peace. Bend the knee and be small and let God give what God chooses to give because He only gives love and whisper a surprised thanks. This is the fuel for joy's flame. Fullness of joy is discovered only in the emptying of will. And I can empty. I can empty because counting His graces has awakened me to how He cherishes me, holds me, passionately values me. I can empty because I am full of His love. I can trust.”

Quote by Ann Voskamp

Book:One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are
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One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

This book is a personal narrative that delves into the author's journey of discovering the beauty in ordinary life. It encourages readers to cultivate a mindset of gratitude and to find joy in the small, everyday moments. The author shares her insights and experiences, offering practical advice on how to embrace a life of thankfulness. more

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Ann Voskamp
Ann Voskamp

Ann Voskamp, born on August 10, 1973, is a renowned American author whose works are known for their profound spiritual insights and unique perspectives on life. more

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