Report, if you have a problem with this page“ 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 towards self and rights and demands, joy is snuffed out. Anger is the lid that suffocates joy until she lies limp and lifeless. ”
Ann Voskamp
From : One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are
