Thank you for your patience
Apologies for the error in my previous blog post, hello March.
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Thank you for your patience
Apologies for the error in my previous blog post, hello March.
Here is the correct address
Hello lovely friends.
It’s been great to share with you here in this blogging space. I am continuing my journey at rachnotes in new space. My attempt at innovation! I’m not very technologically minded. I am a team of one! But. To let you know…..
I’m beginning a new journey over at narrativeofjoy.com
Do hope you will join me there.
Thank You for your company and encouragement along the way.
Love Rach x
A little apology note here, for this late blog post, procrastination over a blogging space, holding this one for now and where the words are already sitting.
Sending love and thanks for reading anyways.
With your beautiful white snowdrops bursting everywhere and daffodils pushing through the cold earth we welcome you.
With Joy being the narrative of my heart alongside my desire to see the God-Design of transformation from ashes to beauty then these words spoken by Katia resounded inside me!
Amidst the changes around me and turmoil that has unsettled the steadiness that normally holds me, there is the need to stop and breathe. That’s why it’s my word for the year!
I’m drawn daily into the psalms, one morning I’m beckoned to jump to Psalm 23. The words are scribed into the journal.
I lean into rush; the sunshine stops me in my tracks, the snowdrops and winter flowering cherry slow my pace.
I remember the words in Psalm 23.
You let me take a breath.
We talk about it over tea. The unsettling. The challenge as to where my security sits.
The lies seemingly laugh louder at you when you’re in the vulnerable stages.
Truth is bigger.
My defence is greater.
His narrative of joy is the strength of my being.
Sometimes it’s not found in the feelings or the surroundings but in the deep rooted truth that’s mightier than it all.
The words from the worship song echo
And speak your truth right into me
To the depths of me. *
We know joy is in finding His presence, His strength in the depths of us. Even when we stop noticing it. It is there.
Let us never stop finding our narrative of joy in the hard to breathe moments in which we live. Amen
Love Rach x
* Deeper Still by singer songwriters Joel Barber and Chris Adams. Chroma.Church
B r e a t h e
Pause to do it.
Jesus did it.
God is author of it.
Stepping wholeheartedly into January we begin a new year to breathe for ourselves and encourage others to take a breath too. My prayer is that we will breathe courage to overcome and breathe in our value by knowing deeply our significance as a child of God.
I am taking with me into the new year a word that’s essential to living. Breathe.
I’m looking forward to sharing this journey with you, dear friend, throughout 2019.
New Years Eve I reviewed my journal, making notes of things I could do through my year of jottings to make the process easier when I come to the time to reflect.
Books read, was one point to note. I don’t read a vast amount but I do probably read a book each month, but what were they!! A decision then to have a section in my journal at the back to note books I am reading and quotes I am finding.
On instagram @rachnotes_ I shared a few words about control. How something planned is surely so much better than the unknown, when anxiety is heightened, you know! Yet how beautiful when an unknown turns out to be so good!
I inhale a deep breathe as I type! An emphasis perhaps that the deep breath energises me for the next word, or indeed next expedition we take!
To know our significance in Christ. To know we have been given power to overcome.
Take a breath with me today. Breathe in the presence of Christ.
It is through Him that we live and function and have our identity.
(The Passion Translation)
As I considered the transition from 2018 to 2019 the words from Isaiah 61 came to my mind as a message not just to my heart but to yours too. That we all would take a breath, acknowledging all the goodness of our Creator, as we lean into our source, significance and identity.
That we would understand the bouquet is given to us in order to share it with others. The experience and fullness in knowing truth over our lives empowers us to gift it to others.
In the Passion Translation I read this expression of the text.
I am sent to comfort all who are in sorrow, to strengthen those crushed by despair….. to give them a beautiful bouquet in the place of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of tears, and the mantle of joyous praise instead of the spirit of heaviness. Isaiah 61.
May we know fully the presence of Christ in our every day living.
May we be empowered to recognise the enemy and clothe ourselves with the armour that’s ours.
May we know our rights and authority in our Saviour.
May we walk confidently into the unknown, knowing we are loved completely and without question.
May we breathe truth and may we encourage each other to recognise and live under the blessing of it.
Lets gift one another and those around us with a beautiful bouquet ministering into the needs of our hearts.
Two things to encourage our hearts right at the comencment of this year; breathe and be an overcomer. Daily we need to overcome stuff blocking us. Breathe then overcome. In order to do this we need to recognise our own significance in Christ. The authority He has birthed within us to pray into seas that roar and fear the blinds us. Always in fellowship we know our significance and overcome in Jesus name.
A Happy New Year, love Rach x
The mighty spirit of the Lord Yahweh is wrapped around me because Yahweh has anointed me as a messenger to preach good news to the poor. He sent me to heal wounds of the brokenhearted, to tell captives you are free, and to tell prisoners be free from your darkness.
I am sent to announce a new season of Yahweh’s grace ….. to comfort all who are in sorrow, to strengthen those crushed by despair who mourn in Zion – to give them a beautiful bouquet in place of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of tears, and the mantle of joyous praise instead of failure.
notes : with thanks to Unsplash and wordswag, The Passion Translation and to you my reader.
As we slip into Christmas Carol Concerts and the wild holy wonder of the season, I want to consider the comfort and joy it can bring to our hearts. As we step with faith into December let’s listen and linger over ancient poetry and bible truths. As William Chatterton Dix writes in his hymn, As with gladness men of old.*
‘So most gracious Lord may we, evermore be led to Thee’.
The easily remembered tunes of carols are being sung and performed in various ways. O come, O come Emmanuel.
Our absolute longing and need for belonging in life when grief, confusion and uncertainty face us is found right there in the song, ever more be led to Thee. A place of knowing comfort and joy in the midst of it all.
The words, comfort and joy, came to me as somewhat of a paradox. In the life of faith we learn to embrace this, but let’s explore its meaning a little as we look at the Carol and muse over the ownership in our life of comfort and joy, in our expedition of living life well. The Christmas Carol below has been sung since the 16th Century –
God rest you merry, Gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born upon this Day.
To save poor souls from Satan’s power,
Which long time had gone astray.
Which brings tidings of comfort and joy
The words came to me, I breathe in and hear the melody clearly, comfort and joy!
There is almost a contrast to them. The very need for comfort when you have joy seems a little unusual! The ordinary yet supernatural story of Jesus is offered to us in kindness. Noting the need for redemption. A bringer of comfort and and filler of joy.
The angels sang it, Glory to God in the highest realms of heaven! For there is peace and a good hope given to the sons of men.
Faith whispers there is a need and that need is met in Jesus. Comfort is promised in the Holy Spirit who comes to be our counsellor.
Joy unspeakable, an ecstatic joy which is the deposit inside us, the kingdom of heaven on earth. You are saturated with an ecstatic joy, indescribable sublime and immersed in glory.
To be comforted in grief and to be imparted a joy sublime speaks of a deeper identity carved out in eternity. Salvation birthed itself in humility and then offers us hope as we live out our lives. Forgiveness forges the healing that no matter what, we know the absolute truth of mercy triumphing over judgement .
Salvation births itself in humility.
Let me share the words of Dr. Martin Loyd-Jones,
– we are called out of this present evil world, we have been purchased with the shed blood of the only begotten of the Son of God on a cross on Calvarys hill, not only to be forgivien to be delivered from sin and iniquity that He may purify us unto Himself. Furthermore he writes, whenever perplexity arises or anything that shakes you, take it and put it in the light of that.
Comfort and Joy
The glitter and sparkle fade into Januarys mist, may we then hold the constant comfort and joy, that which overflows past the presents into the next season and the next. An immovable promise and feast of joy. A Christmas story that comes close and births itself in humility, offering comfort and joy because we have our identity in the revelation of who he is.
I love these words written by Enuma Okoro in her advent devotional book,
Silence and other surprising invitations of advent.
The words echo adventure and expectancy. The comfort and joy of growing in a kingdom of hope. We are not alone but there is a joy to share.
It is time to dream, stretch the canvas of our imagination writes Enuma. To find God’s vision in our days ahead.
May we indeed, ‘stretch the canvas of our imagination’ inspired by the season of comfort and joy and into 2019.
Sing then, Tidings of Comfort and Joy, to yourself and your friends this season.
Christmas Love to you
*(based on the magi in the nativity of Jesus)
This blog post into your inbox considers the gift of grandmothers. Mine in particular! Placing emphasis on the regular events inconsequential yet offer a deep legacy as a gift to our soul. The event of toast and marmalade moments.
The emphasis being for us all to value the most routine of life’s events. How the work seemingly small but actually big holds a high level of importance.
When the moments shared, albeit so very ordinary, I foster the confidence and warming presence in which I grew up. How I’m considering, now I’m a grandmother, the value of all those simple toast and marmalade breakfast moments shared on those regular school-day mornings with both my grandmothers.
A satisfying reflection mulled over on those days and how the small things, seemingly unimportant are the vital seams that hold the core of who I was as a granddaughter and now as a woman at the age my grandmothers were then!
I think on it now, how the value was in being present. Together.
Being present, as I glimpse into the kitchen where those simple toast and marmalade moments were variable because each grandmother was unique and the jar of orange jam was different too.
Is there a deeper story to the weekly visits and the breakfast toast. Simply that it still holds something special inside me.
Presence with my grandmothers, sharing her plate and butter knife, conversation, saucer and teacup, napkins and noticing.
The things that are deposited in us and then in turn, we serve our own version of toast and marmalade, to the next generation.
We shall learn not to hold lightly the importance of the small things. We shall hold them in high regard for they forge inside us a valuable spark that dwindling to an ember delights on recognition, alighting anew the burning of love, attention and sweet fellowship that uniquely holds us entwined towards one another even after they are gone.
The gift so rare is a sparkling diamond beyond price. A kitchen and stool remembering… that fill the mind with warm notes of brown buttered toast, a Grandmother gifting the child in her company a life long gift that will extend itself into the child’s heart and the grandmother she will become. A security that slips itself past the table and the chair. Past the slicing of the white crust. Past the sharing as the soft and crisp of toast is experienced.
Hold them dear then. Know the cascading of promise into futures untold.
Never deny nor disqualify the toast and marmalade moments in your life. Will you.
Love Rach x
We lamented together.
Words I noted twice today which struck a cord with me. Words both spoken on Radio 4, Daily Service, and then read inside the pages of her book. Rachael Newham documents her story in ‘Learning to Breathe’. Her journey with mental illness.
We lamented together. The words began to do something inside of me. A recognition. Not rejection, not judgment, but an agreement to notice and join in the jog of life that sometimes aches deep, is slow and tired and other times a gentle run when the body’s rhythm change.
This blog post shares with you the words gleaned and insights gained from life because depression and anxiety alongside addiction has been observed and is being understood both in myself and those I have nurtured in its devastation.
Lament is a passionate expression. Feel it. Notice it. Do not be afraid of it.
The Psalms are used by all of us to give us words to articulate how we feel and what we want to say.
There is an assurance in a shared lament, when we walk with one another.
Scriptures says; let us rejoice with those who rejoice and lament with those who lament.
In Romans 12:15, The Amplified says,
Rejoice with those who rejoice, sharing others joy, and weep with those who weep sharing others grief.
It came to my attention this is not about pity or sympathy, but listening and coming alongside. Kindness.
This morning, World Mental Health Day, I listened to Radio 4 as Rachael spoke encouragement and comfort, as well as empowerment to those who listened.
We are joined in the wait by the Holy Spirit.
How He is our chief and pure advocate and encourager.
Inside us all is a little offering we can give to others. A way we can bring kindness to another. Share each others place of lament.
I attended a different pilates class one week and while others just looked at me as the stranger, one lady beckoned me and offered me a space next to her, a small kindness shown that made a big difference to me!
Perhaps as we share with others we need to be mindful of them as an entire person, not just how we look but the inside of us that is not seen and yet equally needing a smile and inclusion.
Christy Wimber at the Wholeness Conference this year stated,
Our job is to love,
Gods role is to fix through the Holy Spirit.
Our role is to offer kindness.
The words spoken by Doctor Kate Middleton written into my notebook at the Mind and Soul Foundation, Lead Well Conference, remind me that wellness matters. She describes this as thriving, flourishing and enabling.
If we are okay to acknowledge that we find stuff hard and show up for each other during our lament which life will offer us. It is in this place of vulnerability that we offer our honest faces together, upwards. Kingdom living is showing up for each other.
Reverend Will Van der Hart spoke at the Lead Well Conference encouraging our hearts as we live inside a tension of faith and the not yet of eternity.
When we long to be present, we need to be so with our imperfection and our right perspective of glory.
Will shared that we need to accept our limitations, welcome our uniqueness and lead out of our vulnerability.
Brene Brown, writes much about shame and vulnerability, there is so much we can read about this!
We fear because shame is painted with a big brush over many parts of our struggles anxiety is misunderstood, we recede.
Instead we need to blossom and flourish with our Hope and purpose set firmly on the joy gifted to us, both in the present and future.
Coming alongside, listening, sharing in the lament, rejoicing, praying joy over each other.
Kindness makes a difference.
to Denise who encourage me to write this post so she could read it!
to Rachael for bravely writing your book, loved the last line!
His truth over mine
His Mystery over mine
His Presence – His Peace
I sit with the words that stay. Spoken by our Pastor at the end of a year, I hold the words as if cupping them carefully inside my hands. Sifting them. Considering their deep impact and power. Words that seem like a prayer and a song and a summary. Words that echo truth. The sum of what God is saying into my heart. I write it out a thousand times. The words speak life and clarity.
September has its autumnal aspect about it now. The berries, the leaves turning and the schools returning. Change of seasons continually resonates with us as life is always changing around us and within us. For me, the change, the big high on the stress scale, a house move that happened in July!
A downsizing from an old 1906 to newer property, well 1970’s modern!
A challenge of changing perspective from classic to modern.
I’m embracing it with my pink look and modern pictures gifted by a friend. The process of settling, of course takes some time, but the transition has been made a joy through friends gathering sometimes just ones and twos. The unexpected amass of welcome to your home cards spilled through the letterbox!
I just love a card or letter through the door!
In the midst of the move and its ongoing process I took a backseat on the social media front! Deciding not to post daily.
Art is an expression of faith and a way to communicate, however it can be a pressured load and time to slow and listen is absolutely necessary.
I obtained a little book from which I will share an extract with you now.
Qualities of a spiritual warrior by Graham Cooke
Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46
is the best advice you will ever receive on spiritual warfare.
Warriors revert to their inner place of practical stillness as a way of life before God. Warriors go into their place of refuge to discover God so that they may exit from the fortress of His presence to combat the enemy.
Life in the spirit is one of developing Godly routines.
On my iPhone I have a wallpaper which states, His Way Over mine
This is taken from a message given to us last December by Juliet Barber one of our pastors at Chroma Church.
Some words speak to my heart. The words I started this blog post with are those words.
His ways over mine. We use words that say the same thing. Words of songs that say a truth that inspires us aright.
It is well with my soul.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding..
I do not understand, but I believe in you.
Own words that stay. Inside you. Impact you. Speaking life over you.
In the journey of life I can see how I’ve fixated on a problem and while trusting in God I’ve focused less on the solution which is Jesus but I have tried to solve the issue. I’ve laboured with anxiety. Choosing worry over joy in the Lord.
His mystery over mine.
Recently I have read a book by Dr Martyn Lloyd-Jones
I am content not to understand, as a child of God bought with the blood of Christ, I will stand firm.
Words need to become personal. To hear from the source yourself. This is the place that strengthens and ensures you are focused and your life is joined with Christ.
The words here were whispered by the Holy Spirit into my heart this summer to encourage me and I hope they may encourage your heart too, the Fathers heart to mine and yours
Nothing will crush you, for your reliance is on me.
I write them over the unsplash photography. A picture of freedom. I place them on my iPhone offering a reminder to my soul. Words spoken over me by the beloved. The spirit and the bride say come.
Return again to the words that encourage you, to scripture that can live in you.
Shoulder me to the rock above me.
You are my protection
You are my fortress.
You won’t be crushed, remember His truth over mine. His presence, His peace.
May the Holy Spirit come close and speak His words for you, into you.
In the mystery He speaks and always remains faithful. His way over mine.
Love Rach x
Hello and thank you for joining me in this belated rachnotes blog post. The aim is once a month. I missed my own deadline!
Although the script was written in time the move to a new home hindered the final edit and send button being pressed to publish.
It sounds so grand doesnt it! Publish! I resonated with another writer when she said that writing has a long list of benefits and this does not have to be a book. It is a great way to process thoughts. Clarify faith focus. Mindfullness. A way of stetching out your thinking, often bouncing off from a talk heard or a book read, I digress there. We are now moved in to our new space and boxes mostly unpacked. Just today I found my jugs scissors and took over the shed with a creative burst!
In the midst of our pelargonium stars and bursting dahlia’s we are enjoying a period of beautifully warm summer sunshine in the UK.
It was during the month of June she considered the song sung in worship and its meaning. Faithfulness – constant, dependability. Faithfullness to me is that ongoing reliance on the sustaining presence of God inside my life no matter the crisis or circumstance. His very breath is there.
2 Timothy 2:13
The Passion Translation
But even if we are faithless, he will still be full of faith, for he never wavers in his faithfulness to us.
Walking around these walls
I thought by now they’d fall
But You have never failed me yet
Waiting for change to come
Knowing the battle’s won
For You have never failed me yet
Your promise still stands
Great is Your faithfulness, faithfulness
I’m still in Your hands
This is my confidence, You’ve never failed me yet
Faithfulness, it came to me, is the Fathers responsibility. Mine is to trust in Him who offers it freely. To me it offers a reliable presence. A profound care that covers me.
This realisation is one I’m mulling over.
I consider how I sing and know these words. Yet I don’t. Not fully grasping this dynamic truth. His faithfulness.
I love singing the lyrics above. How true, perhaps my confidence has been misplaced at times. Looking at another’s perspective or story. Unforced rhythms of grace has taught me that this is my story. Her slow and wild. The truth of it is like a discovery of the pearl. Searching. Uncovering it’s fragrance, it’s wonder. It’s divine working, that light that keeps shining brighter. It’s gonna get bright.
Hope colours the horizon.
Recently I’ve been understanding the power of lies.
The ones I subtly agree with. An oversight that can leave me with conversations inside my head that speak against the truths of faithfulness that the trinity of the godhead would have me believe.
It’s recognition is the first step into the way of truth.
Do you believe lies? Small whisper notes that instead of bringing life they bring diminished living.
When truth is revealed the lies I think about myself and ultimately God, bring a greater perspective of kingdom living into ones life.
For years I have read the Word in season and out. Yet missed the subtlety of living life under a judging rule, rather than of freedom.
It’s a journey.
Wrapped inside the unfolding are two things. Courage and faithfulness. Our courage to wait. His faithfulness that covers all things. Why fret we ask, when the words are framed for us in eternity. The courage is covered by His grace.
Today I wrote these words in my journal
As midway in the year of learning about slowly embracing discipline of paying attention. My tendency is to hurry. To slow hurts. Busy covers the needs inside me.
Slow brings me to a place of recognition.
To understand my own uniqueness.
To stand alone and not be frightened.
To be okay with not being a copy of someone else.
To be the person God created. His design.
Not to be favoured.
Not being compared.
Being loved for who I am.
As her slow and wild forms ripples of learning, of growing and risking writing her journey. She embraces its process knowing it is good. Inside it God is faithful.
Furthermore in my pencilled journey the words were scribbled
Be present, not fearful
Slow in order to listen
Slow enough to observe
Slow to pay attention to her own soul stuff
Slow to consider the next moment
Slow to remember you are seen by the triune God
There is this battle inside her. When feelings feel uncomfortable there is the fight to correct, erase, edit and even give up. The emotion feels so big it needs fixing now. In time the issues are sorted and settle themselves into a peaceful way forward. The inner struggle is considered as temporary although at the time there is a a deep pit to climb up from. Slowing and patiently trusting is not her art. This is the journey she takes. The remembering, the deep learning of One whose faithfulness never fails. She reads the quotes about continuum. She valued this. Even when the gut twists with unresolved outcome. In the end she knows the Holy Spirit over her and through her. In the overwhelming power of fixing the thing that’s being wrestled with she needs to slow. Pay attention. Let go. Quit trying to be the fixer and trust the Lord to do this thing, this part, this way of life. Trust completely in the faithfulness of her Father so hold everything beautifully.
She reads in Romans 8
For the Holy Spirit makes God’s fatherhood real to us as he whispers into our innermost being, “You are God’s beloved child .
She know her trust is a slow work and faith will grow as she leans right in. Daily.
The slow work of pausing to listen.
Paying attention to what matters.
Knowing You have never failed me yet.
Love Rach x
The middle of the year, a reflection of where she is and where she’s journeyed, came to her as a good, profitable and mindful exercise to do.
Considering the words that brought her into 2018 and the inspiration to keep focused and settle her in the way ahead avoiding distractions of so many thoughts and purposes that look good.
She gets distracted and then loses focus. Realignment of self worth. Discipline of owning a word for the year. She prints it out. A daily reminder of value and purpose. Without vision a person perishes.
She takes time. Breathe. Reflect. Focus.
It’s seemingly simple. Alignment of thought, holding only the necessary and letting go of clutter keeping a mind that can overthink from overwhelm.
Ephesians 2 says,
We have become his poetry.
Mid season, middle of the year. A time to reflect, observing where I have wandered off track and what is my goal for the remaining year ahead.
Some time ago I started a shed on my Pinterest page. Poetry of hands.
My aunt has just had her carpal tunnel operation. Her hand wrapped in a thick bandage. We sipped morning coffee chatting over the practicalities of life without the full use of her hand.
Hands, whether we use our mouth, feet or hands for the practical creative, they enable us to be gold for God.
It is a beautiful belonging, for which the cry of our hearts can find our deepest fullness. The ability to dance in rhythm with His grace. We are born of the creator, in His image to bear testimony to His goodness in our own unique creative space in this planet.
Hands are our creative spark.
It is when a newborn is held. It is when the paintbrush creates the masterpiece across the blank canvas. Applying diagnostic hands to assist the treatment. Hands do the work. Typing our way through the book or blog or very important exam or letter. Whipping up a beautiful meringue for the guests. Creating a garden. Planting parsley. Repairing the engine of a car or aeroplane. Writing the notes for the symphony of worship. Texting a friend. Writing an encouragement card. So many little ways in which the day functions through our hands.
Let’s us value the poetry placed into our hands, inside our hearts
Become. His poetry.
We have become. It is the beautiful becoming. We have been gifted with grace unending. Grace upon grace. We hold gifts in our hands. Our own poem. We become because our Saviour called us.
To be a poem. To offer our hands which essentially is giving our hearts.
Our sparkle of life is set aflame into glorious colours of Hope inside this becoming.
We often lose this perspective. Lose the imagination and wonder of it. The writer of the cosmos story wants to express Himself in us.
Gift our hands.
Open them out.
The right way to pray is to stretch out our hands and ask of one who we know has the heart of a Father. Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Hands are part of our language, our expression. We talk with our hands. Perhaps our hands reveal our heart. Often anxious hands tap incessantly or writhe fidgeting on our lap. We share joy with our hands conveying excitement. We draw a friend into an embrace with our hands. Inviting another into our joy or comforting when sad.
We sip hot coffee, our hands round the mug, bringing the liquid to our lips. We savour the holding.
We share a language to the deaf world using our hands.
She calls it the poetry of hands.
Her becoming. Her slow and wild.
Recently I read this quote by Virginia Woolf. No need to hurry, no need to sparkle no need to be anyone but oneself.
The becoming is uncovering the shape of your soul, as Emily P Freeman writes. It’s time to uncover the shape of your soul, turn down the voice of the inner critic, and move into the world with the courage to be who you most deeply are.
May we offer our hands, our becoming into a creative glory that manifest truth always.
His Poem. Her slow and wild. The unforced rhythms of grace upon grace.
Reflect. Slow in the discipline of life.
Wild in her perseverance and courage to complete the race. Gaining for His glory. Ever discovering.
Reflect. Reminder. Refresh. Refocus.
#herfloralperspective The way she learns wonder in nature with friends who teach her the names of the wild woodland flowers. The way flowers tell her story, a beauty in a square offering a remembrance. She traces her steps through the floral border creating her images where words write themselves into her heart. His Words.
She strings them across her kitchen wall.
Her squares of remembrance.
Midway thoughts. Realignment for influence and goal orientation. Inspiration for the ways ahead.
Be His poem. His poetry of hands. His Words. His art.
Influence others in living a power of freedom and truth that’s unique. The small miracles she discovers in her year of slow and wild. An adventure of learning.
The verse in Matthew 11 that captioned her words, slow and wild, the words that framed her journey full of grace and truth.
Come to me ….. learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
rachnotes: Mme Alfred Carriere
Faith. AW Tozer writes, Faith looks out instead of in and the whole life falls into line.
Her slow and wild. Rooted in Faith – ever learning inside her God given destiny.
Designed by Him.
Love Rach x