Joy is a flame that glimmers only in the palm of the open and humble hand. In an open and humble palm, released and surrendered to receive, light dances, flickers happy. The moment the hand is clenched tight, fingers all pointing toward self and rights and demands, joy is snuffed out. Anger is the lid that suffocates joy until she lies limp and lifeless. The demanding of my own will is the singular force that smothers out joy—nothing else. We only find joy in the blessings that are taken, broken, and given.
Ann Voskamp/One Thousand Gifts
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