I have been reading One Thousand Gifts – slowly; Ann Voskamp‘s writing is more like poetry than prose – and I highly recommend it. I tend to not like most “Christian living” books because they seem so trite, and they’re all basically the same, but this one is different. At least, it is different for me at this time. I can’t vouch for the theology/exposition but this book has been good for my heart. I read this yesterday:

Is that it? When it gets dark, it’s only because God has tucked me in a cleft of the rock and covered me, protected, with His hand? In the pitch, I feel like I’m falling, sense the bridge giving way, God long absent. In the dark, the bridge and my world shakes, cracking dreams. But maybe this is true reality: It is in the dark that God is passing by. The bridge and our lives shake not because God has abandoned, but the exact opposite: God is passing by. God is in the tremors. Dark is the holiest ground, the glory passing by. In the blackest, God is closest, at work, forging His perfect and right will. Though it is black and we can’t see and our world seems to be free-falling and we feel utterly alone, Christ is most present to us, I-beam supporting in earthquake. Then He will remove His hand. Then we will look.

Then we look back and see His back.

I really, really hope that’s true.