In June, I requested a book from the public library: One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. I savored each beautifully written page, then renewed it twice to savor it all over again. Last night I scrawled a few more quotes in my journal so that I could reluctantly hand it in this morning - no renewals left.
Ann is a farmer's wife and mother to six... and she has written a book so wonderful and challenging and inspiring that I don't even know how to describe it. It is lyrical and poetic, and she writes in a sort of fanciful stream-of-consciousness style without adherence to normal sentence structure or word choice. It might actually drive you crazy if you aren't someone who enjoys the magic of words.
The theme of the book is the word eucharisteo. She discovered the word in the passage of Scripture where Jesus takes bread, gives thanks, and offers His disciples the cup symbolizing His sacrifice of blood. The "thanks" is eucharisteo, and, while the meaning is thanksgiving, the word also encapsulates the Greek words for grace (charis) and joy (chara). When we receive God's grace with thanksgiving, we experience joy.
Ann responded to a simple challenge: write down one thousand gifts of God's grace. Writing gifts sent her on a journey of discovery, joy and closeness with the Giver of each gift. She doesn't ignore the heartache of our broken world, but chooses to see God's grace in the brokenness - in "taking the pain that is given, giving thanks, and transforming it to joy." In her journey of chronicling daily gifts, she learned to give thanks for the beauty and the miraculous, and for the mundane, to enter fully into the noise and clatter and mess of her daily work. She also learned to give hard eucharisteo for the hurt. And she learned that the blessings she was given so freely were hers to then give away....
"I murmur eucharisteo thanks in a pile of laundry and the world expands and heightens and surges with the glory of God... Eucharisteo makes the knees the vantage point of life....
When the eyes of the heart focus on God and the hands on washing the feet of Christ - the bones, they sing joy, and the work returns to its purest state: eucharisteo."
I have started my own list. I am loving the art of capturing moments of seemingly unimportant God-glory with my pen. I haven't figured out how this practice of thanksgiving can so permeate my heart that is a way of life.... how I can give thanks and slow the current of busyness by being fully, joyfully present in each messy moment. When a carton of yogurt topples and strawberry goo slimes the just-mopped floor, and the kids jump in the pool fully clothed and I watch the laundry pile higher, and mugs shatter on tile, and vomit pools on crib sheets.... and, impossibly harder, when families lose loved ones, or jobs, or homes. When orphans sleep lonely, hungry. When famines and earthquakes steal life and livelihood. How to see God's grace in ALL things and give thanks because He is good.
I want to learn. So I am writing down thanks.
Today:
#95 - pushing little ones on the swing
#96 - two kids clambering for my lap
#97 - two ripe red tomatoes on the vine
#98 - my husband bent over index cards, writing verses for his far-away brother
#99 - blueberry ice cream
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