Here are some recent highlights from a book that i am reading by
Ann Voskamp – One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are
They say memory jolts awake with trauma’s electricity.
Keep the body moving to keep the soul from atrophying.
Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.
Do we ever think of this busted-up place as the result of us ingrates, unsatisfied, we who punctured it all with a bite?
I have lived the no. I have. Infected by that Eden mouthful, the retina of my soul develops macular holes of blackness.
I hunger for filling in a world that is starved.
With memories of gravestones, of combing fingers through tangled hair, I wonder too … if the rent in the canvas of our life backdrop, the losses that puncture our world, our own emptiness, might actually become places to see. To see through to God. That 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. Maybe so.