Monthly Archives: November 2014


The heart of Thanksgiving: A Story

I absolutely adore Ann Voskamp.

I love her heart & her unyielding passion for living of life of Eucharisteo, of thanksgiving & praise to God. From studying 1000 Gifts in this past calendar year with my Bible study, my everyday “mundane” life, my prayer life, and even this holiday season hold new value & importance in my walk with my Savior.

Every day is a day of thanksgiving.

Read this story.

It contains simple truths of profound magnitude, and I pray it touches your heart as it did mine…

A Story. 

How One Unlikely Man Stopped the Stealing of Thanksgiving.

by Ann Voskamp

{read more from Ann on her blog, A Holy Experience}

“So there this Farmer.

Yeah, he could have been an electrician, a mechanic, a vet —

and a story like this could have easily been about a salesman, a mother, a nurse, a teacher, a trucker because we’re all kin with stories that are kind of the same and we’re all the same kind of different.

So, yeah, there once was this Farmer — and the guy knew dirt.

He had dirt.

And yeah, there’s not one of us that doesn’t.

When he found out that this is the way it goes — that he had to work out his own salvation – he stood on the edge of the field and looked across it like a man trying to find his way.

He could rest in it: You don’t work for your salvation, like you have to earn it — but you have to work out your salvation, like you have to turn over the earth, like you have to work dirt.

You don’t work for your salvation, like you have to earn it — but you have to work out your salvation, like you have to turn over the earth, like you have to work dirt.

He’d work out his salvation like he’d work out in the fields – turning over the earth, turning up his open his hands. He tied on his beat-up steel toed boots. He pulled on his bent up John-Deere cap. He did this and went out every day. He broke up hard ground.

He plowed. The sun beat down. He believed in seeds. He believed the small things would yield. He said thank you a thousand times, the earth breaking up slow under the steely glint of the mirrored edge of the furrow.

The bills stacked on his desk. The dog died. One of his boys rebelled like he was part mule, part rattler. The kick and the sting of the whole thing just about killed him. He plowed anyways, his lips chapped and burning under the sun, murmuring his brazen thanks.

His wife held him in the dark. He clung to their prayers.

He was tempted, but he didn’t get in the pickup and head west in his own cloud of rebellious dust. He was brave and he stayed everyday. He went out and did his work and he gave thanks when it made no sense because his God knows no bounds. God had to be in the hard, so he’d give thanks in the hurt – that he hadn’t been left alone, had never been left alone.

When the corn came up, a late frost killed every stalk. He planted again. He counted blessings and let thanksgiving be planted deep in him. He opened his hands. He received what God gave – and he gave thanks. His eyes opened and he got joy.

When the beans started to pod up, an army of aphids ate the crop. He plowed them down. He bowed his head and plowed his field and murmured thanks in sheer defiance of everything in him and around him that said this finally proved God wasn’t good. He opened his hands. He received what God gave – and he gave thanks. His heart opened and he got joy.

When the wheat was right ripe, a hail storm laid it flat and rain came down hard and made the kernels mold, and the Farmer brushed away whatever was falling down his cheeks and he turned over his hands and he gave audacious thanks as a subversive act against the dark that tortured him to scoff at God.

He opened his hands. He received what God gave – and he gave thanks. His life opened – and he got joy.

He’d let himself be broken up like a field. He let himself be made soft and open. He’d let himself be tilled til there was harvest.

His wife held him in the dark.

And he lay there in black and whispered how he could still see: Thanksgiving to God is the only thing that heals our view of the world.

She could hardly wrap her arms around him, his heart had grown so large. She could see how he kept going, how he kept seeing to keep going: Without thanksgiving, the world distorts.

He held her hand every morning before he went out to work out his salvation, before he went out to work his field his life. He would pull her close and whisper what they could not forget: The one thing we must pray to be great at is thanksgiving — because it’s the one thing that makes God great in our lives.

They were simple people, but they knew it because they had lived it:

No matter what the headlines shout, the world only has two stories: bless God or curse God.

No matter what the world tries to sell, we all only get to choose from two shelves: Give God thanks or Give God the door. No matter what we’re facing, there are always only two roads: thanksgiving to God or dismissing of God.

They were simple people but they had decided – they would let not hard times steal their thanksgiving. They would not let hard sells steal their thanksgiving. They would not let hard knocks steal their thanksgiving

Because the people living plain and down to earth knew it— if you let something steal your thanksgiving, you let something steal your joy, and if you let something steal your joy, you let something steal your strength.

The Farmer and his wife would let nothing steal their thanksgiving to God – so that in everything they could stand strong in God.

Simple people – keeping it simple. Sometimes they would pull each other closer in the dark and laugh quiet and brave, and she could feel the smile in them: we will give thanks to God not because of how we feel, but because of who He is.

No disaster, no storm, no cancellation, no termination, no catastrophe would stop them from giving thanks. Because the Farmer and his wife knew it:

No matter where they were, every thanksgiving always brought them home —-

giving thanks always bringing you home to the heart of God.”


“Oh! On your feet now—applaud GodBring a gift of laughter; sing yourselves into His presence.

Know this: God is God, and God, He is GodHe made us; we didn’t make him.We’re his people, his well-tended sheep.

 Enter with: “Thank you!”

Make yourselves at home, talking praise. 

Thank him.

Worship him.

For God is sheer beauty,all-generous in love, loyal always and ever.” — Psalms 100, The Message Translation 

And to you and yours, a very Happy Thanksgiving! May we never lose sight of the purpose of this day. After all, giving thanks always brings you home to the heart of God.

Blessings to you all…


Classic Pumpkin Bread

I always look so forward to pumpkin bread each fall.

It’s life’s little pleasures, you know?

Those moments you cherish.

Those memories you hope that you never forget.

Those remembered flavors.

It’s in the simplest of things, isn’t it?!?

Well, if you are a lover of classic spicy, sweet, & rich pumpkin bread, this is the recipe for you. Moist & tender, deliciously warm & spicy, and absolute crumbly perfection.

And another thing.

The aromas that escape your oven while baking are indescribable.

Don’t take my word for it. Make some yourself!

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Classic Pumpkin Bread Recipe 

{recipe adapted from, a wonderful food blog!}

Yields 2 loaves


  • 1 (15 ounce) can 100% pure pumpkin puree, not pumpkin pie filling
  • 4 eggs
  • 1 cup vegetable oil
  • 2/3 cup water
  • 2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
  • 2 1/2 cups sugar
  • 3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 2 teaspoons baking soda
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt
  • 2 tablespoons pumpkin pie spice*


1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease and flour two 8.5 x 4 x 2.5 inch loaf pans. {Or you can be lazy & use the disposable foil pans like me!}

2. In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment or in a large bowl with an electric mixer, combine pumpkin puree, eggs, oil, water, vanilla and sugar until well blended.

3. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, salt, and pumpkin pie spice until well combined.

pumpkin 1And this is what my mixer looks like when I bake.

I’m a messy baker, but a good one.

pumpkin 2Be sure to scrape down the sides of the paddle

4. Stir the dry ingredients into the pumpkin mixture until just blended. Pour batter into the prepared pans.

5. Bake in preheated oven for approximately 1 hour to 1 hour and 10 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

pumpkin 3

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Turn out onto a wire cooling rack & allow to cool completely.

Then slice it up & serve.

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A few things before you go…

This bread is a fantastic base for all sorts of other ingredients. Get inventive by added chopped, toasted nuts, chocolate chips (like I did in my 2nd batch), mashed bananas for Pumpkin Banana Nut bread, raisins, or dried cranberries.

Want to make your own pumpkin pie spice? It’s so easy!

Pumpkin Pie Spice


  • 3 tablespoons ground cinnamon
  • 2 teaspoons ground ginger
  • 2 teaspoons nutmeg
  • 1 ½ teaspoons ground allspice
  • 1 ½ teaspoons ground cloves

Combine spices in a small bowl, mix well to combine. Store in a small jar or spice container.

Happy baking…