My Rucksack 


I have a new fabric rucksack.  The big block patterns are dark blue and green It's small light and comfortable to carry. 

It holds  the essentials; tissues, bottle of water, a purse and a mobile phone thus enabling my hands to be free. 

I carry other loads mentally. I carry grief, aloneness, disappointment and the struggles of overthinking!!

I journey this year reading bible in a year. Just today I'm reminded how to rise above my head stuff! 

I love the Psalms, penned from his experience, songs of David that resonate within me, 

‘I will be with you in trouble,

I will deliver you and honour you’ (Psalm 91:15b)

The words whispered something deep into my disappointments. When the dreams fade and the hopes you had are not realised, everything looks different. I feel the crazy maze of  grief  the girl  inside you cries because the feeling aches some more. The words that inspire hope,  honouring work, right into the tears of your soul. Honour. 

Honour. Like a rainbow over the grey sky the honour given is a lift up a stony crag. Its a coffee on a long day. Its a morning sunrise, lifting the eyes to the sky. It is a hand held securely that says I'm with you forever. 

The journey with the eternal one is not plain sailing! 

Grit. We need grit! Endurance. Perseverance. Vision when the way looks lonely. A new dream when the road bends. Ability to carry the rucksack along the road of life. To keep going. To strive on. To know the burden is light yet the way can get tough. 

My aunt and uncle reach their diamond wedding Anniversary . I observe the great teacher and baker tiring, yet the grit of endurance is clear. They still love. Its the most powerful thing. Metaphorically they have stopped carrying some stuff but their rucksack is still on their backs. The greatest is Love. Love beyond everything. 

So what shall we say then. 

Keep carrying your rucksack for the kingdom. Bring a lot of heaven to earth by loving one another. 

I'm reading a great book Surprised By Oxford by Carolyn Weber, she writes with such art and delight in a discovery of Gods kingdom . 

Quote - the reason I wrote this book reports Carolyn is this;

To take away from the book that we are absolutely beloved of God and each have a meaning in His story.

I carry my rucksack , the grit conveying strength of character with determination and endurance. Knowing I'm beloved, part of  Gods story and honoured. 

Keep on Keeping on. Rucksack on. Beloved. 

The verse says , take my yoke, it's a light one.

The daily reminder into your heart and mine, to know whose we are,  the purpose we exist and carry our own rucksack in this world.

To be love and share the beauty and ongoingness. Keep doing the next right thing.

Remember- 

… your body is a sacred place, the place of the Holy Spirit’ 

1 Corinthians 6:19 The Message. 

Let's keep sharing in our journey.
Keep on keeping on, carrying our rucksacks .
Love Rach x

Intentional Living 

I read a tweet by the author Shauna Niequist. Her essence was let’s do less social media and do more presence work. This captured my thinking and challenged it. 

Mostly the young folk get addicted. Mostly the young folk pay attention to social networking sites. 

As I watched my habit and affirmations of likes I recognised that this need for favour sat heavily on me. 

In the quiet corner of the library you’ll find me there. In the ones and twos you’ll see me there. In the solitary and pen I’ll hunt out the notepad and park. 


If you want to talk over the phone, I’ll make myself scarce. 

Find me a camera and sunrise, the opening cord to the day or a closing symphony as lights dim and a golden glow floods the world with spectacular aura. 


Slow up the world let it dream of beauty not shame, joy not sorrow, transformation not death. Bring some uniqueness and contemplation. Hush the judges and betrayers. Bring the artist to the table. Let her share her art without condemnation. Let her sculpt her craft and be who she is meant to be. 

Let her song of love be the birdsong to someone’s heart. Let the fragrance of her garland surround another, bringing colour and essence of joy, being peace to the mind so desperately needed. 

Script by @ hollyjoyholt

When she seats herself on a chair to declare a truth and make a difference in the world, let her radiate the Christ. To the child of God who cannot see, to the man for whom life is too much. To the dying and the confused. Don’t give up on the one who needs you most   

Rise up into a new day. Rise and rest into a closing day. Rise to be loved. Rise because you are lifted and guided to a light that is beyond space and time. 

Be light. Be His light. Shattering shame with truth and liberty. 

Be yourself and let that be transparent in all its complexities and uniqueness. 

Don’t be afraid. Be you. Be the change that’s needed where you are in your street, in your coffee shop, in your world. 

Be intentional. Be intentionally you. 

Be present. Be the listener. Be the best carrier in your world, offering Hope clothed in humility that extends the arm of care. Right there inside your people.

Live intentionally don’t be crushed, be beautifully you in the life you’re living. 

Amen 💐

The books I read to my children 

… and how they speak to me now. 

Two boys were born from my womb into this world.

As a nurturing lady I loved the feeding and the bath fun and then the clean pyjamas and the book


A favourite that still is in my possession is, We're going on a bear hunt.

The refrain that was read again and again. The opening of pages together and the repeat. The cycle of sharing books continued with the grandsons. 

Should it be the biggest surprise then that the words are planted in my head!

Deeper still the words are found in my mind as I experience the hills and valleys of life of growing older. Losing loved ones. A nana , mum, dad and friends.  

Words shared with the little ones back then echo at a deeper level with a profound message that repeated its refrain,

You can't go under it, you can't go around it, you have to go through it. 

The truth is a kiss that says you can do this journey, you can go through it. Brave and fearfulness still grip the soul of me. Yet the firm foothold on the grit of the road step after step knowing avoidance is not how to do this. Its the steadfast hope looming for the bigger dream. A God dream. God-colours. I'm walking with a firmer step now. The journey through offerslight vibrant not grey. Distinctive. 

The next book is so very tiny. It offers a joy to read and the pictures are a delight.


Can't you sleep little bear?

The light in this story is never quite enough. A bigger lantern is brought in to create a better experience and eradicate the dark.

Stepping out to the moon offers the real experience. A full moon fills the whole being with light. 

Contentment brings rest. Light becomes enough. Oh the beauty of a child's story. The dark all around can be troublesome and frightening, yet how we are healed and restored as we experience the best of lights. A beauty and a wonder at the chromatography of God inside us. We can be so aware of our darkness about our world. Look up there's a bigger light and a illumination in the Christ who brings the Light to us. 

Grace instead of a hammer that knocks us back and makes me cower. Greater Grace. I'm only just touching the surface of it. The Love of it. The hand in my journey through and the Light beaming its best redemptive story into my world. 

I know Jesus has it covered . 

I've just to trust. 

Love 

Rach x

When you press publish


Hello, a little note from me!

Yesterday I pressed the word publish twice!!

Once on the planned blog post and accidentally on an old draft blog post. 

My apologies if that caused confusion to you my readers. 

Thank you for following along on my posts and being here. 


Have a beautiful summer however that looks for you.  

Love Rach x 💐

The Father Knows You

Resilient and safe can be found in being known. Discuss 

All About Resilience
Resilience is that ineffable quality that allows some people to be knocked down by life and come back stronger than ever. Rather than letting failure overcome them and drain their resolve, they find a way to rise from the ashes. Psychologists have identified some of the factors that make someone resilient, among them a positive attitude, optimism, the ability to regulate emotions, and the ability to see failure as a form of helpful feedback. Even after misfortune, resilient people are blessed with such an outlook that they are able to change course and soldier on.

Psychology Today 

Safe – Free from danger, secure, protected – Online Dictionary

I want Safety and resilience. I want to be known. 

Spiritually I think it’s mine anyway, but I need faith for it and believe I’m clothed in these qualities. 

Deep within every human heart is a longing for peace. Safety could be interpreted peace. 

Peace is the tangible form of leaning into our Father. 

Peace is that which passes understanding. Peace is knowing the Fathers love unbreakable, always rescuing his daughter. 

Resilience and safety are held in place when we know we are known and loved. 

“The Father knows you.”  

Our pastor spoke those words over us one Sunday morning. 

I pondered them as I cut my sweet pea in the garden. As I entered the counsellors door. As I prepared the supper. As I sipped coffee in the local town. As I process grief. As I read the pain in the authors pen as she scribed her painful journey of healing and restoration from shame in abuse.*

  

The Father knows you. 


Resilient in moving forward. Safety in the assurance of one who walks beside us. 

Sipping the cup. Choosing. It’s bitterness in life and it’s balm.  Safety sits with me alongside the resilience to persevere. 

My mantra is to Rise this year. To keep on keeping on. 

Rise, is that resilience when the tide pushes you down, to keep on swimming against the current when you are drowning in salt water, pushing through to find air. 

Rise is knowing the Father knows and I’m safe in His omnipotence. Safe to soar without knowing where I’ll land. Safe. It looks like trust. 

Book by Peppy Ulyett
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Psalm 27:5 The Voice 

His house is my shelter and secret retreat.

    It is there I find peace in the midst of storm and turmoil.

Safety sits with me in the hiding place of God.

    He will set me on a rock, high above the fray.


Rise is keep on ~ keeping on. It’s failing, falling, but not giving up. 

Rise is resilience and safety because – 

The Father knows you. 

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Kindness is the new black 


I love words particularly if they are poetic. A run on line, onomatopoeia. Ann of Green Gables with her lake of shining waters . And valley of white lace. It’s memorable and beautiful. 

I learnt scripture through reading and hearing the Authorised Version of the bible , the King James with its Thee and Thou. 

So many verses to me are still preferred in this translation. 

Accepted in the beloved.  Is not improved on. 

The Message is poetic with great language so I enjoy the language of it all. 

Recently I went to Leeds where I attended the Cherish Conference.

We were blessed with great speakers and worship leaders. During the talks I’m always poised with iPhone and notes open ready for the words that speak to me. 

Darlene Zschech led the session, It is well with my soul. 


The words that I typed into my notes were, Kindness is the new black. It’s a hashtag too!! Musing about this I considered the meaning and concept of this phrase. We were encouraged to be sure if what we believe and deliver kindness. Bringing our presence to anything or anyone means we bring Christ too. 

Throughout the conference two things were prominent to me one was He is the Glory and the lifter of my head and secondly we were to live intentionally. 

Intentionally is a favourite word of mine anyway. One of my favourite hashtags is #alifeofintention. 

Kindness is the beautiful gift we can bring to our world . The Holy Spirit Orchard fruit. It’s in us. We need to carry it to others to be Kingdom People. 

Kindness is being generous and considerate. Thoughtful. Intentional with those whom we are with. 


Fruits are evident. Kindness is God inspired. Kindness can come about because we are intentional with the Lord Jesus. We live a life of intimacy, integrity and expectation. 

Grace is an expression of kindness. The best is seen at the cross in the kindness and cruelty of the cross. Grace thrown over us because we fail at kindness but we keep rising again to live it out and spill it over into others. 

The Voice version speaks it out; kindheartedness, joy, peace, self control. 

The black being the essential peice. Kindness expresses itself in love being the tool to live intentionally for God. 

It glorifies and transforms ugly into value and worth. 

Know kindness, the cake that says I care, the considerate way we conduct ourselves benefitting others and enriching their lives. 

Daily I exchanged a glance with a pretty lady in a wheelchair, we smiled with our faces and our eyes. The kindness exchanged filled me with hope. 

Kindness is the new black. 

Be a prayerful paying forward of kindness,  wearing it like the essential peice it is. Be filled up to scatter it about you like glittering twinkling stars. 

Wear the kindness you will rise in the giving. 

Kindness was loved over you. 

God is good, come before Him intentionally on purpose. Wearing the new black as you step into your day.  

Kindness Matters

Kindness is the new black 

Love Rach x 🖤

Ephesians 4:32 Amplified Bible, Classic Edition (AMPC)
Ephesians 4:32 Amplified

And become useful and helpful and kind to one another, tenderhearted (compassionate, understanding, loving-hearted), forgiving one another [readily and freely], as God in Christ forgave you.

Some Notes on Spiritual Legacy & Mindfulness 

Thank you for coming along this journey with me as I type onto my page here at rachnotes. 

May you rise in with love dear friend. 

Some years ago I wrote an essay for my English Higher on Faith Focus about my Dad living out his belief in God  and the legacy it left in my life and others most probably too. 

Authenticity and transparency ribboned around the words faith legacy or spiritual legacy. The character that walked and sought God, prayed and kept accountable to her Heavenly Father. She weaves into her world value that’s eternal. She hopes to emulate hers Fathers commitment that he demonstrated in his 57 years of living. 

She muses over the recent year or so. Could you ever have planned to walk this journey? Leaving your job and spending your precious present moments with your Mother who was to live her last few months of life.  Living your life walking the path of #slowliving. Not slow really but deliberate and intentional making choices that seemed out of control at times and out of your grasp. Death is a journey of surrender.

Looking at the world with a new view. Using technology to soar and not sink.

To fail. To run. To fail, yet run again.

Knowledge gifted with the therapist who taught mindfulness to help you choose the right values, to know your own thinking. Indeed when you are the therapist and should be showing your clients the therapeutic tools. Upside down world!

It turned around on me. I read and I learn and dare to think there is another way. 

Breathe is where it’s at. 

Breath-in

Headspace taught me that. 

She has the tools. 

Running, breathing. Owning the morning. Mornings like these are where she is most alive. 

Where the rubber hits the road, the saying goes!

Inhale and take the fresh breezes of a new day. She jogs slow. She is outside. She feels alive.

When life squashed her and made her feel small she finds the ability and resources to be strong again.

Legacy teaches us we can do this. It was lived out before us. In the war times, redundancy, sickness. Endurance. 

The mind can learn new pathways. The counsellor advises. 

Be brave  and take a new route. There is another way. 

She grasps the camera and her creativity and mindfulness takes her to new horizons. 

My Dad left a legacy. We work it out uniquely. Our journeys desired the same – to finish well. Dad did finish well with honour and integrity. 

 May I share some words by author Sarah Bessey who also writes on legacy with a similar heart 

 – ‘Nothing starts with us and it won’t end with us, we are part of a bigger story‘. 

She continues and I’m with her on this ; 

i want to finish strong …….. 

The idea of legacy, of a heritage of faith, of the cloud of witnesses feels more real to me now than ever before‘. 

When looking at legacy backwards in my  case of now both parents, I’m observing ordinary intentional living. The gift demonstrated. To me. 
One of my favourite treasured blessings is gathered as a family listening to the radio, I’m  seated on the floor leaning in at my Dads chair just simply sipping tea and being together. 

Ann Voskamp terms that presence. 

She writes about presence 

The gift of presence has an expiry date. 

The legacy carries on though. It is true that we need to be present and to finish strong. We endure because we are taught how to. Legacy of intentional living out the gospel demonstrated from all those around us. 

Hebrews 12 

The Message

Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way


the Voice 

 So since we stand surrounded by all those who have gone before, an enormous cloud of witnesses, let us drop every extra weight, every sin that clings to us and slackens our pace, and let us run with endurance the long race set before us.

Legacy has its trail and I’m leaving one too. I remember an aunt who prayed and the grandmother who loved. The friend who linked my arm and the wise words of a doctor and confidant. The women who taught us as young girls then wives. 
Seeds are sown every day. Deposits of grace. Purity and simplicity. 

There are those who teach you about light and how to see it. 

Peonies in the garden take on new creative opportunities. He’s the creator let’s be the best art we can. 

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She’s resting and working and feeling the anxiety but it’s okay. 

Healing gathers its beautiful floral fragrance around her. 
Breath-in. 

Embrace the wonder of each new day. 

  • Rise, my 2017 / 365 word! Should she leave a legacy let it be this – in life we can always rise

We can walk our journey and keep rising. And finish strong. 

Kim Walker-Smith writes these words on the album, On My Side. 

You say rise, You say rise 

And draw me from the ashes of the night 

So I rise, yes I rise 

To live inside the heart that beats with mine

Paying attention with thankfulness gives power to rise, She prays that seeds of gentleness and hope inspire others to rise. Let’s leave a legacy that encourages others to rise daily. 
Perhaps the journey must be lived with our full attention and the rest is left to the Angels?

Thank you for the company. 

Love Rach x 

Linger on the Steps

Hello and welcome to a rachnotes blog post written about my recent visit to Paris!

Salut et Bonjour 

It’s here on a break away that I am inspired and find words and images to help me rise. 

The tour d’ Paris has been a cultural swim in art, design, architecture, history and walking!

We walked and walked and walked. 88 steps up to our Airbnb apartment for starters!!


Inadvertently I walked 350 steps up to the Notre Dame Towers, where I promptly walked back down again avoiding looking down from the view points!!

Many steps were taken around the Seine and museums and to our favourite brassiere!     

I did not walk up the Eiffel Tower but observed from a happy distance, it’s mighty height and landmark. 


On level ground my feet took many rotations on a bicycle, discovering Paris from a new vantage point with history and ice cream part of our Fat Tyre Tour!


The Louvre and D’Orsay museums filled our visual senses with interest and newness of perspective. 


Views of art vary as faith focus can differ across the denomination. 

I felt very present as I slowly took in the angles light and colour. 

Could we sit with faith and art seeing it with a newness and an unbiased angle. 

Giving Grace for the artist and their journey and ourselves in our battles and flourishing seasons.


You must know that floral art and its beauty would be part of my many footsteps lingered and delighted in.

Photography offers that extended time to see the artistic Florist at more leisure than the moments at the shop!


Steps lingering on a corner bring surprises where musicians share their talents and we listen longer than we listen to one another.

Steps into gardens and sculptures certainly lighted my heart with green and pinks making the perfect palette!

Luxembourg Garden


There is a step I linger still on, even now. Steps taken with friends I’ve known for many years. Steps taken by them in faith to encourage others in their steps. These steps taken daily are fulfilled through faithful stewardship. The weak knowing the strong in the journey of faith. 

I listened to my childhood friend whom I hope will write his book. Pages of Christ empowering him to be all he is in Christ. 

I’m encouraged by the passion and longevity. I know the words so written inside me. 

It’s strength in weakness

For all the steps I lingered on that week I wait over the words that echo Hope and life enduring. 

I am grateful for a culture that speaks of God my creator in every brush, line, curve and colour. 

I breathe in fresh inspiration as I return home to rise and know the words that many an artist will echo. 




love Rach xx  
Photos by rachnotes 

Gossamer Wings

Luxembourg Palace Gardens Paris

Hello dear rachnotes reader. You are most welcome here. 

The day I’m typing this out is a rainy Friday afternoon, I’m reflecting on this mornings wings. I remember the psalm that echoes the words, ‘How He took me to rise on mornings wings’. This morning I gathered some girlfriends to pray for me. One of them text me to say you have gossamer sparkling wings! Fly!

After many anxious moments and real words spoken, the honesty and tears and the overactive thinker finally settles down with a whisper of thanks for prayers and Wings that enabled me to rise.

#risebeloved

This year the journey is about rising, with wings, with hope, rising beloved. It is knowing I’m loved in the fragility and vulnerability of life.

You know already how I cower and can hear the words you’re never good enough. It’s time to learn a new mantra. 

Give me the faith to leave old ways

and break fresh ground with You.

I love coming back to my rise word because when I drift away I am reminded where,  how,  and primarily with whom I can rise. 


The psalms are a great place to touch those soul aching spaces inside of you.

The words here in the Message echo where to find the awesomeness our hearts desire – 

Psalm 59 

16-17 And me? I’m singing your prowess,

shouting at cockcrow your largesse,

For you’ve been a safe place for me,

furthermore the psalmist states 

God, my dependable love.

Exploring the root of how to rise is found surely in the Thee of God. 

Tozer speaks of God and…

‘when religion has said its last word there is little that we need other than God Himself. The evil habit of seeking God and  effectively prevents us from finding God in full Revelation.  In the and lies our great woe if we omit the and we shall soon find that for which we have all our lives been secretly longing.’

AW Tozer

For our identity is fully in Him. 

Pete Grieg in his book Dirty Glory states this 

‘God doesn’t micromanage. His guidance speaks more to identity than destiny; to questions of who, how and why more than where, when and what’?

This helps me rise to think how relationally God is.  To move a little closer into how we are loved.

Talking on prayer and advocating prayer rooms Pete talks of a God in relationship with us.  More words by Pete Grieg here :

‘Your power in prayer flows from an inner certainty that the one who made you likes you.  He is not scowling at you.’

‘He is on your side.’

In my copy of Dirty Glory  this statement is pencilled alongside that quote! 

I’m not alone, I’m sure, in thinking the world wants to tell me off and God included. 

In my note book one night this week I wrote about grace how it sustains and how I need to lean in. 

Notes Summary 

I value those women whose hearts folded their prayers for peace into my needs. Who cared and gifted me with words of encouragement and  to fly. 

TO RISE

 #risebeloved. 



Let’s lose the and – the clutter and stuff that distracts us.  Instead to keep our focus surely in a right relationship with Jesus. Encouraging one another, praying for one another, building one another up in love.

May you rise in your joy moments and in your rainy day moments. 

Thank You for being here 💐

love Rach x