Mid-Year Reflection

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.

Let’s reflect.

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.

Becoming.

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.

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Her Squares of Remembrance
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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.

Reflect.

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.

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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

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I live a narrative of joy

fullsizeoutput_125fShe reads her morning prayer, the one she scribbled down then typed onto white paper. Whispers quietly in the yet still dark. The truth inside her heart.

I live a narrative of joy.

It came to her then. Like a beautiful light inside her. The aspect she knew to be around her, within her.

Narrative of Joy.

Not just a nice hashtag but a story lived inside her.

How joy despite the anxiety and the ache of living. Yes! There is always joy.

A candle flickering in the darkness. A rainbow in the rain. A friend who journeys with you. The book that holds words that give you strength.

The joy is right there. As I breathe in the choice to choose courage not fear. In the tears of overwhelm.

Joy danced like light on a puddle. Reflecting wonder in seemingly ordinary things. Yet nothing is ordinary.

Finding joy. Living it. It is a gratefulness that lifts the soul. In Ephesians it says, ‘Gratitude is our dialect.’

In Colossians 1 it says,

hearts can soar with joyful gratitude when you think of how God made you worthy to receive the glorious inheritance freely given in the light.

Joy sparkles like the firework. Joy lives inside the burden of the day.

It came to her as she reads and whispers the prayer.

I live a narrative of joy.

Not bubbles and pretending.

It’s a deep, soul rooted childlike trust.

A way of living that does not diminish the tears she felt falling down her face. It acknowledges then the the feeling of it. Yet. Right alongside there’s the joy. Ever present. Never fading. Presence of a peace. The Shalom Shalom of her night time prayer she scribed.

She stops breathing at the wonder of it. Intakes a deep, long, breath at the Hope of it.

Joy takes her by the hand. Lifts her eyes from the anguish of heart. Sings it’s song anew. As the years grow inside of her she knows this joy is not transient. It’s present.

A gift bestowed. An oxygen. A peace. A perspective of the better part. Joy forever unfolding.

She remembers the words of scripture.

Who for the joy that was set before Him …

The fruit of the spirit is joy.

The joy of Psalm 23.

She has spoken this offering before. This early morning as light is rising in the sky. The sun taking its turn. She knows He gives her a gift. One that has shadowed her.  From where she stands she views the chromatic colour of joy.

A kaleidoscope.

Eternities Light.

Wonder at the snowflake, the uniqueness of the ice crystal. The reflection inside a muddy puddle, bringers of joy. The awesome uncontainable God Glory that brings His presence close!! Joy indeed!

It’s the deep working of the Holy Spirit. Perhaps the much afraid inside her has been given a gift beyond her comprehension.

A perspective of joy.

Her narrative.

Her story.

Listen now as the birds sing their morning song. She prays for her dying friend. Sorrow is not a stranger. Inside her is brokenness. In others she finds it too. She is not afraid to journey alongside. Inside is always joy.

A joyous God fills the universe. Joy is the ultimate word describing God and [God’s] world. Creation was an act of joy, of delight in the goodness of what was done. It is precisely because God is like this, and because we can know that [God] is like this, that a life of full contentment is possible.

Dallas Willard (Life Without Lack)

It seems then this joy. It’s like a gift placed inside her upturned cupped hands. A constant discovery. A daily delight.

That Joy you hold in your cupped open hands. It is unlike a transient snowflake. Joy is incessant, for its founded in eternity.

A childlike awe, that place where gratitude grows. Never ending.

Her narrative of joy.

Her gift for her daily journey.

The Fathers gift to her.

She slowly mouths the words in the quietness of the morning hour.

Narrative of Joy.

Thank You. It’s her prayer that umbrellas her world.

Thank You.

Narrative of joy.

Joy dances then. Inside her brokenness is a healing.

The very wings that lift her up to keep going.

His gift.

Her narrative of joy.

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Psalm 16:11 Amplified Bible

You will show me the path of life;

In Your presence is fullness of joy;

In Your right hand there are pleasures forevermore.

Brene Brown states,

I believe a joyful life is made up of joyful moments gracefully strung together by trust, gratitude and inspirational faith.

When my word is Slow and Wild and I greet you with a Happy Christmas

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As Christmas approaches we consider and mark Advent as we lead up to the time we remember Jesus birth. For some of us we experience a sense of Gods presence all the time where the knowledge and historical value tie up with our daily encounter of Emmanuel, God With Us.

Christmas gives us all a time to reflect, particularly in the approaching days as we take time to linger over the many aspects of the story of Jesus arrival in this world and to think again over his relationship with us.

I am reading this advent  my copy of – The Greatest Gift by Ann Voskamp. a book that offers a devotional journey in the bible .

The words which are carrying me through advent are these from her book;

This waiting, your art  — mark it.

Each day I am thinking how I do that.

How I can linger over a lit candle, how I can notice a robin sing in my garden. How I can see the scripture I read works a fresh perspective into my life. By marking it, I am noticing it. I feel this wording in Ann’s  book and the way my soul is drinking it in resonates with my word slow. My deliberate act of noticing.

A Light that brings perspective. A light that brings love. A light that brings mystery.

A light that brings colour and purpose to life.

 

 

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I discuss my word with you.  One which I will carry into 2018. A word for my forthcoming season. One can look at this with a year view. Yet it is as though God is already sowing something inside of me through these words. I wait not. I listen and walk right in.

My slow and wild.

Edging on the sacred and desire to know God and explore my creativity, because there is no blur or separate inside us. We’re whole, mind, body, soul, sacred, holy, worshipping, upside down kingdom living people.

I’m exploring this in the routine of my day. In my reading and in my attempts at photography. My longing to see in the present, His presence. To slow. To consider.

Emily Quinton, photographer, writer, teacher and founder of Makelight, spoke this word slow in her interview with Heather Stillufsen of Rosehill Designs. Emily said,

Slow down. We are so lucky to have digital cameras and we can take so many more images than we ever could in the days of film. But it can make us lazy. Take time to slow down and really think about the photograph you are taking. Why are you taking it? Think about that for few seconds. This will help you to frame your image better, to move into the right position and will result in a much better image.

The slow in our lives is a deliberate act that helps us walk through our project, our vision, our passion with more care.

Pete Greig, best selling author, pastor and instigator of the 24-7 Prayer Movement, shared on social media the above quote, the words – ‘ to trust in The Slow work of God’, rang true in a season of waiting to know the next step.

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Weekly I attend a Pilates group.

Following the correct breathing we are reminded by our teacher, again and again, to do the breathing correctly, inhale and exhale, this helps my slowing and enables me to flow into good smooth movement and posture.

In the same way in my daily living I am learning to take a deliberate decision to change my route or pattern or way of doing things. I focus on the important. I slow. Unhurried moving forward is a better caring  way to view our world.

In worship one Sunday morning I was prompted by the Holy Spirit to use prayer as my ministry for a certain person. My default was, “what can I DO!”  The whisper in the midst of tears came clear.  Pray.

I found this quote which I discovered on Instagram, using a beautiful portrait photo I bring the  two wonderful works of art together.

Photo by Hannah Bursing

Deeply there is a need to know we are chosen, even, yes, delighted in. We hold a place of worth born out of redemption at the cross of Calvary.

When I recognise my own self slipping into a feeling of condemnation and striving. I see a glimpse right there of a Saviour that speaks in those words. Do not strive, slow, mark it, break the power of this hold on you. Slow, learn of me. Find the dare and wild in you that allows you to do it different, feel it different. My slow and wild.

In that slow and wild place I dare to stop! Listen.

Know that prayer is the most powerful place I can intercede for any person.

Perhaps our affirmed identity will enable us to slow, not rushing to prove anything, but offer the world our considered outlook. One measured approach.

This is my year of learning, to implement my skill in this way in a loud and fast world my heart needs to learn to slow and quiet.

I look forward to unpacking and facing the adventure my word offers as we step into  2018.

Let us mark the events of the coming weeks with our candles and our gifts and our hearts filled with peaceable joy that comes from inner desire, for more of the Christ in us.

Immanuel. God with us.

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Great beginnings wrapped in a babe in swaddling clothes.

This Slow and Wild is an adventure indeed.

Have a wonderful Hope filled Christmas dear friend.

Find time to slow and embrace the season of waiting. Find this in beautiful, fresh, wild  ways this season.

Thank you for your company.

Love Rach x

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Rise

Rise

This was my word for 2017.

As we enter the last month, already I sense a new word calling me!

Rise, was how I describe an image of the picture I was given many years ago.

Trust Me. Keep going my daughter.

In many ways this word will always be in my heart. It’s encouragement speaks profoundly into my daily living. When the rubber hits the road, through brokenness and trials, the power in a personal word spoken to rise will live on and on.

When like the psalmist my soul is cast down . Look up. Rise.

I’m with you through the storms Don’t forget that.

When you are weary I give you rest.

I won’t forget to practice the daily process of rising beyond my feelings to action a new day.

Choosing a word for the coming year is something I have done for three years now.

The word plants itself into my heart before the New Year begins!

Two influences brought me to rise.

Firstly, influence came from my ladies bible study group. Picture the dancer weary from her steps. Life is taking its toll. Her Father God helps her rise. Enables the dancer to rise. Whispers the truth not to fear but to trust.

A beautiful ‘picture’ which I shall forever hold close. A deposit that has provided a personal pirouette. The Holy Spirit prompts me when I need to be reminded of His love and ability to enable me to Rise.

The young girl in the bible story where Jesus says, Talitha Cum. Means Daughter Rise.

Often in my daily living I can wake up with knots inside. Producing a sinking feeling making me reluctant to begin my day.

I know I need to remember those words; Rise. Do not be afraid I’m in this with you. I will lift you up.

I do believe it was a gift for life. A picture that’s offered daily encouragement. I shall till the

‘waiting’ is over.

His presence is near when the reminder moves from thought to heart.

I’ve written note book after note book that speaks a prayer from the depths of my soul.

The pen is my medicine indeed!

A prayer closes my notes with you today

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Father God, I acknowledge your loving kindness over my life. The tenderness of a Father to uphold his child. Thank You.

May I rise daily knowing your faithfulness is so very near.

May my trust be always in You.

May I walk this life knowing your gentleness is bringing me up from weariness and fear to deep joy because your ways are the route to life.

Amen

Love Rach x

A Slow-lived Life or my slow and wild 

Dahlias gifted to me from my neighbours garden

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Discovery of life.

Slow.

Slow down you move to fast you’ve gotta make the morning last just kicking down the cobbled stones etc *

Slow down stop and smell the flowers.

We take time to slow.

Maybe it’s a deliberate act of being aware

Paying attention

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I am considering in this autumnal season the small word, slow.

In seasons of life our days can be a tornado of activity and can produce in us a difficulty stopping. We continue to find the next thing to hurry on to.

I can remember my own mother when walking somewhere it seemed every step was hurried. In turn, I took on the same hurried pace as I too seemed unable to slow.

I am considering the word taking it into both sacred and ordinary living. Of which there really is no divide anyway. I step onto the floor as I slip out of bed and the fast process of living begins. Bringing faith and living into one fast pace place.

It could be the season I am in, but I’m considering this word #myslowandwild. One has to create a hashtag of course!

Words bring clarity to my day. They have power and influence.

Bring the slow into the kitchen as I bake and turn the sausages for the family supper. The panic rises as the time frame looms large on the clock. Inside I’m churning. We can change that frame. Breathe and slow up in the turning of the little porks!

It can make each moment in the day quite different. Very different.

Hence my slow and wild.

The leaf and colour and season can be slow in the way we pay attention to it. The way we sift and organise our choices.

Be still, be quiet.

Notice the small ordinary wild in your living space.

That is how I’m seeing the challenge.

Paying attention to the word on a page, listening to its message.

Reading the text and not judging it.

Praying the sacred into my slow and wild.

You may notice a fallen leaf sitting still in the misty morning low light. You may slow to pray with a friend even when you struggle to know how best to phrase your words.

You may not fully understand why you’re misunderstood by those you’ve loved the best and even not loved back.

Yet you stop to consider the ways you are loved in an eternity that surpasses the hurry and worry of your world.

Therefore as we take this journey. I pray for God inspired breath revelations right there in my slow lived, washing up gloved moments, praying as I pot the tulips for spring, choosing courage and boldness instead of fear, to move forward into the unknown wonder of the days ahead. Living in a better self worth. One founded in the place of my connection and identity.

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In reality, time isn’t the enemy 

Faster isn’t the answer

Undone isn’t the problem 

And slow is actually part of the solution 

Dr Alicia Britt Chole


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Love Rach x
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OVERCOMER

My friend spoke these words close to the gate you see here in this photograph. Overcomer.

As I shared my word for the year, Rise.

To overcome.

The gates utter melody by its symbol.

To Rise is to enter into the melody. To hear The Song inside your heart and choose to dance it’s rhythm.

I write about rhythms of grace here.

My friend knows about overcoming. She took the path of a missionary. What I see as her gift in overcoming is her passion to pray.

We never leave one another’s company without drawing near to our Heavenly Father and prayer is our mutual place of Hope.

To rise she considered is to overcome. We discussed it there over the breakfast coffee. The life lessons and the source of our longings.

Hope brings purpose to our journey.

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Brené Brown writes of using the gifts of imperfection in our journey. I’m learning this. To overcome I need to embrace these gifts in the midst of my worth and vulnerability. To jump in.  Jumping in with Joy. On a previous blog post I’ve written all about joy. 

Joy is found inside a heart filled with gratitude. Its in my year of considering how best to rise daily that I find connections come high up in that place of importance to rise inside my daily living. 



We share our Hope and encouragement fills our day because we invest in one another adding richness and humour and much love. We rise into living because purpose paints the world we live in. 

Pain and sorrow is always present in so many aspects, we overcome by bringing our best to each other filling each other’s cup and moving forward even when we don’t feel like it much. It surpasses the feeling and pushes into faith and focus. 

She talked about overcoming, not out of empty words but out of a life that spelt risk and war and famine. She spoke to me with encouragement in her heart and I’m filled up to keep on keeping on. To Rise. To Overcome. My own battles look different from hers but the way we soar can look the same and shaped in faith and kingdom living. 

At Mac &  Jacs I enjoy the delights of baking and conversation. Of quiet and listening. Of slowing and being.

Rise means stopping, reflecting the journey. Changing some horizons. Waiting a while. Trusting. 

Overcome. Thankful to my friend who prays into my life and invests. 

For words that speak powerfully and resonate. Words that speak long past the conversation. 

Overcome. Rise. 

I’m in. Coming?

Love Rach x

JOY

I linger over this little word joy. I love its rounded lettering. Joy is often shaped into Christmas with gold, forming a hanging for decoration. I have shared quotes about joy from authors and bloggers. Joy is more than a decorated piece. Folded away till next time. Joy in my mind is a fierce little word with courage in its heart. Joy is our daily choice. Found in the day-to-day. We choose with our thinking. Daily reading Joy over our ordinary day.

Joy, it is that deep rooted thing inside me that is influenced by faith. By the Holy Spirit.
It is the inside me that needs to know exactly where my identity rests. Therein is Joy.

This joy is not dependent on the affirmation of others. The need to be validated or to be qualified in any way. Joy is the journey of appreciation with grace.

This joy sings in my sorrow, dances in my delights, lightens up my inkyblue mood. Joy brings the ballerina and the singer into my stumbling feet and baselike tones!

I can be me and joy is there. I can drift into a world of wonder and joy is there. I can craft failure and joy can lift me up to try again.

Let me choose Joy as the dawns orange glow lifts itself up from the night sky. Let me choose Joy when I eat my cheese sandwiches at lunch. Let me choose Joy as the moon brings it’s button buttermilk smile to the blackness of the nighttime sky.


The Word in and the word out.

The fruit of the spirit is Joy.

Rejoice always

Let Him sing joy over you

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Hilary Yancey writes,

When I resist anxiety, even for a moment, I can catch a glimmer of the songGod is singing over my life : JOY.

Pete Grieg inspired me by his post that encouraged joy in the mundane,

Tears come uninvited to us all in the end. But joy does not. It is a butterfly, a melody waiting to be named. Our surprising, unsolemn duty, therefore, is not just to weep at life’s tragedy but to laugh at its bounty. To marvel at the simple magnificence of so many mundane things; the ephemeral light through a dirty window, that eternal moment between the first and second mouthful of chocolate cake.

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”  Keats

I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.”  Cold Tangerines: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life

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Twinkle lights are the perfect metaphor for joy. Joy is not a constant. It comes to us in moments – often ordinary moments.

Sometimes we miss out on the bursts of joy because we’re too busy chasing down extraordinary moments. Other times we’re so afraid of the dark that we don’t dare let ourselves enjoy the light.

A joyful life is not a floodlight of joy. That would eventually become unbearable.

I believe a joyful life is made up of joyful moments gracefully strung together by trust, gratitude, inspiration, and faith.

Brené Brown

John Piper writes a definition of joy from his thoughts on Philipians  –

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y joy, it  gives me the opportunity to  slow,  to wait, to capture with my iPhone camera, a little beauty in a form of art that is within my grasp. A fading flower, an autumnal leaf, steaming strong coffee. A book with beautiful paper pages.

Word in word out

You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace

O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, what joy for those who trust in you. ~ Psalm 84:12

Oh for the Joy before Him, He endured the cross.

Joy comes in to view and can help me appreciate when I look back and reflect on the journey traveled thus far.

A deep quiet soul taking a  journey that has taught me where true joy is rooted right where I am, found there in the place where love truly abides.

Joy is that simplicity seeing light sparkling in the washing up bubbles, bringing the steaming  strong coffee  in to grateful cupped hands.  Perhaps maturity shines a bigger light on these things. Bringing value to the most important small.

Time to gather the beauty of Autumn. Let poetry and a thousand falling leaves fill my being with joy and profound gratitude.

The Joy of the Lord is my strength.

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n the ordinary mundane living. Slow up my frames of living lettting me notice the unnoticeable.

Notice the segments in your clementine. Notice the lady as she shuffles her feet towards her goal with determination. Notice the blind young man unperturbed as he  gets on his train to get to a destination. The taste of lemon cake zesty and sweet. The water cool and sipped slowly. The rainbow as you drive the curve in the road and its thick short band of  colours fills your mind before it disappears and you walk into the office. A hug in life’s grief. Words texted to a friend saying hello.

Notice joy in the breaking of bread as a believer rises in faith despite the pain and challenges ahead.

Joy triumphs this comes out of authentic thankfulness .

Let’s choose Joy.

Happy October

Love Rach xx 🍁🍂

Thank You Scotland

A retreat is a necessity and of course offers a time of discovering new places and for us visiting some favourites too!
This year a clan gathering in an off the beaten track staying in cottages with the best of facilities enabled hospitality and relaxation.
On a wonderful sunny day we climbed on board the Maid of Forth to sail to Inchcolm Abbey.

After many years of living in and then subsequently visiting Scotland, this is our first visit to the ‘Iona of the East’!

A family outing with packed lunch, camera and adventure in our hearts!

The journey took in the 3 bridges spanning the Firth of Forth, this included the recently opened Queensferry Crossing, road bridge. We went under all 3 on our return sail.

So exciting.

A necessary journey always takes us by a small village in Fife. One of several unique places that has taken a prominent place in my heart.

Our view from this bistro takes in a favourite outlook while we sip our coffee.

we gather in the gardens with another packed lunch and too many children to stop for long to browse among the flowers.

Museums and bagpipes, followed by fish and chips bring a happy mix into our Edinburgh trip.


Tucked away in what was the kingdom of Fife, Dunfermline offers history and walks and return visits for those who love its people.

She gathers books and really another one is always necessary.  For our walk is unending in the spiritual walk of faith. Encouragement can always be gathered in armfuls to pay forward in millions of ways in our life and living in this world.

Remembering a pastors words that echo through the years and speak profoundly into my year of Rise. 

“Keep on keeping on.”

We journey through this life with a goal and purpose that need its renewal and stronghold refreshed and reaffirmed.

A woman of a similar age to myself passed away this week. Her journey not fully know to me, but I know a little of her heart.  I’m moved and feel the frailty and shortness of our days.  A good reminder to sow well into our small moments.  To celebrate them and one another.  To keep loving, even when it’s hard.

I loved our holiday and its precious moments. I relish the opportunity to know God speaking in the busy and the slower days.  His love declared through His son.

It’s a crazy mystery that also makes sense at the same time.

An old Sunday school song sings in my head,

You asked me how I know He lives,  He lives within my heart‘.

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Let our journey know a deeper secret than ourselves.  That of a plan that is beyond what we see.

Our journey, that takes me, teaches me, to know more of the Fathers heart and revelation.

Right there In Quietness and Confidence shall be my Strength.

To discover a new horizon , just needing willingness to take it.

The way to Rise.

Keep on going.

Love Rach x

This blog post –

Dedicated to favourite Fife friends

With love

Rise, you are enough

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She reads the words in the books preface.  To know you are enough.  Just.  As.  You.  Are.  Absolutely.  Stop right there.  Mid sentence!  Inhale the alphabet of those words.  Sift through the dictionary of its meaning.

Repeat often

I am enough!

It stops her steps.  Immovable.  No subtraction or additions.  Enough.

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Pink pencil and sticky notes accompanying my walk through the book. 

I thought there would be cake, Katharine Welby-Roberts 

A journey that teaches we need to eat carrots as well as cake!

A chapter about Boundaries was a one part of the book that will hold my attention for a while.   Katharine called it, Your crap, my crap. The idea of loving others but putting in protection for yourself.

What you are right now is enough. 

Selah

We are valued, a price has been paid for us. 

God ordained such blessing to fill us. 

Our soul can rest best when we allow all of the fullness of Christ to influence our heart soul and body. 


Listen to my Prayer over you – love Abba 

Let go, daughter,  of the worries and the Struggle for perfection. 

Rise daily into everything I have for you. 

Uniquely formed and one of a kind.  Creatively gifted. 

Forget comparing, for it gives the wrong picture. 

Move in my spirit.  Flow in my rhythm of life. 

Break barriers that define you wrongly. 

Hear My voice that calls you beloved and beautiful. 

Allow my love to enfold you and let my love be the gift you give away. 


Whatever is true and lovely and honest think on these things 

Ponder over in your own heart what is good 

Love Rach xx 

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Some photos are mine taken by iPhone 

Remainder of photography taken from amazing Unsplash resource. Thank you. 

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