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About Ann Voskamp

Ann Voskamp is a farmer's wife, home-educating mama to 6 & author of the NYTimes Bestseller One Thousand Gifts. When the kids and the washing machine sleep, she washes her real dirt down with words and The Word. Some of her words find themselves in an award-winning series for curious kids, A Child's Geography, of which all profits are donated to Compassion, or places like the Huffington PostWORLD Magazine, and Christianity Today. She’s a writer for DaySpring’s (in)Courage, is a contributing editor for The High Calling, and travels and speaks on behalf of Compassion Internationaland the needy.

But the only words that matter? Are the ones she lives. This convicts her.

Ann has a background in education and psychology from York University and the University of Waterloo and clings to Cross-grace. Named one of the Top 100 Mom Blogs of 2011, this farmer’s wife blogs about the beauty and messy grace @ A Holy Experience.

What’s Needed When Embarking on Motherhood

The train moves slow.

The children, all six, dangle happy out windows. I fumble for our tickets.

Look for answers I can’t find.

The train lurches and I reach for a seat and a boy grins at me trying to hold on. When did all their limbs become long?

When did I turn and miss that all the days are the destination?

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Two brothers stack, hands on shoulder, leaning to see down the track. I grip a seat and watch them, watch it all passing by in shades of green and indigo and always shadows.

Our firstborn, he sits near the back of the car, hand propping chin, pensive, pondering. Man-like. This is what the youngest of six asked for her sixth birthday: to ride a train.

I can feel it even now, how it shuddered when we pulled away from the stop.

I ask if I can sit beside her and she breaks into nodding smile, pulls up onto the Farmer’s lap, and my hand brushes his knee and hers and all I want to do is cup the face of him who began this ride with me, hold his face gentle between my hands and beg: How do you turn trains right around? How did we get here already? Why does it all speed by in a blur? Or is it me who is doing this to life? I need to know this.

How do we get back? [Read more...]

Top Time Management Secrets to Know

‘God gives us time.

But who has time for God?

This may not make  any good sense.

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A well-known pastor, he was was once asked what was his most profound regret in life?

Being in a hurry.” That is what he said.

“Getting to the next thing without fully entering the thing in front of me. I cannot think of a single advantage I’ve ever gained from being in a hurry.”

“But a thousand broken and missed things, tens of thousands, lie in the wake of all the rushing.… Through all that haste I thought I was making up time. It turns out I was throwing it away.”

In our rushing, bulls in china shops, we break our own lives.

Haste makes waste. The hurry makes us hurt.

Whatever the pace, time will keep it and there’s no outrunning it, only speeding it up and pounding the feet harder; the minutes pound faster too. Race for more and you’ll snag on time and leak empty. Hurry always empties a soul.

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What Housework is Really About

They are two at the sink, in mama-stitched aprons, with the next basket of potatoes brought in from the garage, brought in from the garden, brought in from the long ago summer.

And I laugh at the counter, laugh happy at this brother and sister scrubbing up spuds like long ago Brother Lawrence.

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Like thatBrother Lawrence who stood in a kitchen and said over his own spuds,

The time of work does not with me differ from the time of prayer.

In the noise and clatter of my kitchen, while several persons are at the same time calling for different things, I possess God in as great a tranquility as if I were upon my knees…”

This kitchen clatters and these children call all at the same time, all for different things, and true saints don’t seek God only in still cells, but commune with Him in the clatter and the kids calling — this is their calling. [Read more...]

What Happy Homemakers Know

A blue jay sits in the spruce boughs. The washing machine hums as it scales Mount Washmore. A half dozen boisterous kids play dominoes and cut paper and sew material and clack the long needles.

I’m standing in the kitchen with the dishes stacked and the floors fallen and scattered and all the world on a decided, marvelous tilt.

Dress-up clothes and balloons and mittens and recipe books and pins and needles congeal and wiggle and set in the mold of this place….

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Breathe Deep


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Come noon, and I am feeling it, like someone turned the heat to searing high.

The Farmer walks in the back door looking for a heaping plate of steaming hot food, the littlest has dissolved into a puddle of tears, one child needs to know what 9 books would cost if 3 books cost $76 and two boys scuffle over a disputed eraser.

Anyone know the escape route to the big flashing exit sign?

But I have to feed them all first.

I toss the potatoes into the pressure cooker, grandma’s pressure cooker from the 50′s, the one with the decades old, hand-smoothed wooden handles. I lock on the lid. Drop on the weight. [Read more...]

3 Simple Practices for a Peaceful Advent

The Christ Child in the manger, He takes on the garment of fragile flesh to release us from being beasts of burden.

I think of this often, when I feel Christmas as a weight, burden that I’m sagging under for weeks. Whenever Christmas begins to burden, it’s a sign that I’ve taken on something of the world and not of Christ.

Christmas comes to us like the Cross — asking nothing of us but embrace. So I lay down the expectations and the efforts, the perfectionism and performance, and I simply wait for His coming.His blood does all the work. He shed it to release us from burden– so we embrace a peacefulAdvent

Our Three Simple Practices for a PeacefulAdvent

1. Light the Fire

When night falls early and the snow lies late,we light candles, we light the fire , we light hearts, with the flickering flame.

The season ofAdventis about waiting and watching for the coming Light.A candle, a match– simple, inexpensive, unobtrusive — and we turn out the lights on the day’s creative mess and we light a light to see the light that dawns on those living in the land of the shadow of death.

Each night ofAdvent, welight the fireand answer Isaiah’s invitation to Come Behold, He who Comes.

2. Gather for Warmth

In a circle, in a halo of light, in a moment of quiet, we gather together around the lit flame, around the hearth, and the bodies press close and our breathing slows andwe who are cold are kindled.

Even if only for a handful of moments, tolight the fire, the candles, andcollect each other close, like shepherds out on the hills gathered together in community, keeping watch over the flock by night. The warmth is in the gathering, in the waiting together.

3. Step into the Light

The humble wick lit and the day’s wanderers simply gathered close on laps and rocking chairs and pillows, we step into the Light –the Light of a few verses of Scripture;the Light of afew notes of song;the Light offew words of prayer. Choose one; choose all. Simply keep it simple: peaceful and without burden.

Before bed, before the flame, before each other,we step into the Coming Light.

Some nights, it might be all that and more –hot chocolate and popcorn and a sing-song– and some nights it might be but a moment and heads simply bowed in prayer. But each evening of Advent , to light the fire, to gather together for soul warmth, to step into His Light.That’s all.

No ingredients, recipe, paint, glue gun, glitter, decorations, ribbon or scissors (!!) required– just a simple candle, a hand to hold, a heart seeking its true Home.

For Christmas isn’t the making of a product;Christmas is the meeting of a Person.

Each
evening ofAdvent– in candle light, in love’s light, in Jesus Light
– we peacefully rest, for we have no Christmas to make or buy. We have
only a Christmasto find.

And we simply –joyfully– find Christmas in Christ.