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.


… 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


Identity On Repeat

Sharing some notes about identity and the need to keep returning to exactly where the root and valiadation is founded. Let’s chat

A bouquet of sharpened pencils, vibrant colours. Essentially so as sharp perform well. 

Identity, that person inside me embraced or ignored – to grow into something significant or a battle of fear because I refuse to be fully me. 

How to be definitively me! 

It was a young women praying into this older woman’s life that spoke the words that are scribed into my bible, ‘fear is not your identity.’ 

Revisiting,  putting identity on repeat is necessary because it’s about relationship with my Heavenly Father.  This is a needed asset in life, to know where my belonging is rooted and whose love builds me up the best and enables me to rise.  Ah! My word for the year. Rise. Putting that on repeat too!! 

I’m Reading Christy Wimber’s new book,  Transformed.

I jumped straight to the chapter on Identity! 

And made a note by these words:-

This isn’t about getting your life together so you can work for God; This is about you being loved by God.

 Identity is born close to the heart of the creator,  no doubt I’ve typed this out before. 

It was during  a chat over coffee with a friend I discussed this topic with new insight.  As a woman the story of identity is poignant and of relevance putting the right perspective as it can be either life giving or destructive.

What is spoken or taught in our early years can be manifest in our adulthood.  Who does not have an issue there! 

In conversation we agreed that there is the need is to revisit this.  I’m terming it ‘on-repeat’.  To affirm our identity.  As we are exposed to voices, images and society our identity can become warped, spoilt, lost, or abused. 

So much of our identity is redeemed by the acceptance we get in salvation.  Ephesians 2:10 says the Voice version –  ‘For we are the product of His hand, heaven’s poetry etched on lives, created in the Anointed, Jesus.’

As I’ve looked again into the subject of identity I have unfolded the truth of it.  It’s a journey.  One being revealed as we open up and take risks.  One step at a time.  Surrendering to vulnerability.  Being you, being real


On Repeat 

We come back to knowing who you are in character, in thought, in creativity, in your spiritual search of that most holy thing. 

You are beautiful . .

You are brave . .

You are You

Words do not validate your identity . 

What do you know to be true?

Stripped of comparison, critical talk and anothers perspective, instead to embrace a spirit of True Love. 

One that lets her live a full life. 

That brings grace

Then refills the gaps that life keeps cracking open. 

Again and again. 

Identity needs a belonging. 

We learn on our journey as we change and open handed reach out to find the person that’s us. 

Our vulnerability is strength.

I love the words typed by Erin on her blog Designformankind she talks too of the journey;-

Rather than setting a goal to encourage the arrival, consider setting a compass to encourage the journey.

She continues 

 Find your compass in something unchanging, something that you deem true and stable and secure.

After my conversation with my young friend and my readings this last 24 hours I’m so resolved now to put this on repeat. 

In my notebook this week,  I penned these words that help to keep me on repeat that unworthy lie that I’m no good and I am shall we dare call it beautiful!

In my notes I have written;

When my daily need to foster my identity is folded into Being Still and knowing God. 


I continued. . 

His characteristics of unending Love, amazing  Grace, creativity of light and colour and Glory that I get to share, now that right there is one awesome identity.

I’m maturing in a fragile way. 

Vulnerable and strong. 

I will repeat it oft.

Perfected in a person who can bring me completeness.

She is saddened and hurting in the separateness, she feels it like a sorrow even after resurrection day.  Her identity feels broken.

She considers the pencils …

The intensity of colour will only be effective when the razor blade sharpens like a purifying of the pencil.  The bouquet is vibrant and put to use after the owner ‘prunes the branches.’

My identity is enfolded in a moving frame of time where the body and mind and sensitivity feel the very vibrations of each tiny fracture.

My identity enfolds itself into the eternal One who never changes. 

Deep peace only helps me fly if it’s founded in the One who stays unchanging ; The “I Am”

May the beautiful young woman who clarified my identity with affectionate aplomb, and the amazing talented young lady who shared a new conversation with me to keep my cycle of returning to my true identity, may they know the family of God is necessary and the young Timothy or Alice has much to teach us in our walk with God . 

Thank you my dears


Rach 🌷 x


Genesis 1:27 Psalm 139 

Jeremiah 31:3 1john3:2 


2Timothy4:12  1John3:2


Rise my child 

Rise my daughter 

Rise to walk 

Rise to laugh 

Rise to display whose you are 

Rise because it’s okay 

Rise for you never walk alone 

Rise in love for that’s who I am 

Rise to lose those rags of disappointment that bear you down 

Rise to hold my hand 

Rise for the singing of the birds has come 

Rise to Joy 

Rise do not be afraid. 

Rise you are beautiful because I made you 

Rise to Dance 

Rise in faith 

Rise though you fall 



Taking her by the hand he said to her, “Talitha cumi”, which means, “Little girl, I say to you, arise. Mark 5:41 ESV 

Our story is important. In both sharing it and understanding its power. To ourselves and to others. 

As a young mum I gathered together with other women at a bible study. During that time I had a ‘picture’  which told me a story,  this has continued to speak to me of this very aspect of rising. At that time the words were different but held the same meaning which simply implied the truth to keep pressing on, to keep rising. I will share my picture with you another time but for now the message which is clear now as it was then is to lean in to Jesus and to keep going. 

We know the truth of His faithfulness. By faith we acknowledge His attributes . 

It’s our not giving up. Seeing what is around us but not giving up. In worship on Sunday I heard a whisper , you rise by faith not your feelings. 

It’s an anchor . It’s not about me. The rising is because of where I hold my heart. 

We sing of waves and borders and lions dens and waiting. 

Waiting . It’s faith held in hope. 

Rising.  It’s choosing.

Choosing that as the sun sets and rises again I too will embrace my journey in faith. Rising to share my story.  With you.  With myself. 

Rising with faith. 

Proverbs 24:16   For though a righteous man falls seven times, he rises again. 

Psalm 84:5   Blessed are those who make You their strength, for they treasure every step of the journey [to Zion]

Let’s keep rising together. 

Love Rach x