I finally read One Thousand Gifts.

I received the book last year as a Christmas gift, but didn’t have time to pick it up until our vacation last month.

Which means I’m late to the party, as usual. I could blame it on being a busy mom, but I’ve always been this way. Is it too late to read The Hunger Games?

I’m glad I didn’t decide to forego reading it just because I missed the hype. (Hello, Friends? Never watched it. I missed the first season and it was just too much to join in during the second season.)

Anyway, like I mentioned, I’m glad I read it. Ann Voskamp writes like no one I’ve ever read. I underlined much of the book.

Rejecting joy to stand in solidarity with the suffering doesn’t rescue the suffering. ~Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts

She dares readers to keep a running list of the gifts they receive each day. From mundane to major. These gifts {grace} bring joy to the everyday.

Because remembering with thanks is what causes us to trust – to really believe. ~Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts

Recognizing them, naming them, by writing them down forces you to acknowledge them as gifts. And do you know who the giver of all good gifts is?

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17

God is always good and I am always loved. ~Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts

 

So, once again I’m late to the party, but this time I consider myself fashionably late.

On my way to 1,000 gifts…

10. the changing season, a reminder of last year’s hibernating with a newborn
11. a boy just beginning to walk more than crawl
12. a friend taking pictures of my clan