In counting gifts, to one thousand, more, I discover that slapping a sloppy brush of thanksgiving over everything … - Ann Voskamp

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The Challenge is to pry Bertie loose from Dain and his circle of oafish dengenerates,” Jessica said severely. “It would be far more profitable to pry Dain loose for yourself,” said her grandmother. “He is very wealthy, his lineage is excellent, he is young, strong, and healthy, and you feel a powerful attraction. ” “He isn’t husband material. ” “What I have described is perfect husband material. ” said her grandmother. “I don’t want a husband. ” “Jessica, no woman does who can regard men objectively. And you have always been magnificently objective.

Ann Voskamp

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.

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That which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To the God whom we endlessly crave.

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