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

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.


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. 



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 

About Pink Petals and Grief 

Gazing.  She ponders.  Takes in her view. 

She’s excited to hold the present in her hands. 

This particular moment smiles inside her heart. 

Pink petals circle around her feet.  God’s love kisses her. 


The burning bush moment

He is serving joy in her grief. 

He, the throned Eternal serves. 

Dances the spin of blossom falling. 

Lifting her heart as she breathes Friday’s sharp spring air! 

Ann Voskamp writes in her blog on platforms –

You will most deeply find yourself when you find yourself serving others — and looking up into the face of God.

My moment of Holy ordinary wonder, where encircled in beauty of fallen pink tiny petals, I’m spent with gratitude.  She holds joy which outwardly lets joy dance though she is so very still and very small inside.  The capture only holds her moment.  She’s delighted He holds her for more than a moment, because no one else can hold her like this.

Beauty ministers deep into the heart that sees the world so torn, such brokenness and so much confusion.

Like the sparrow and the flowers and the supper.  Provision is prepared for us. 

Step in time with grief.

Hold out the bread and wine. 

Encourage the supping and belief. 

Inspired to rise

The blogger talks of lowering not rising. 

To rise, I humbly offer myself to the beautiful and Holy moments that fly like the wind and dissipate into dew and sunshine.  A new day.

Another prayer. 

A sacrifice of slowing and letting go. 

A hand holding a mug of coffee sips and whispers the words for her sister who cannot see and life overwhelms her. 

She understands this.  Her eyes often cannot see either. 

We hold each other’s hands the dark not offending us.

We journey together. 

Extravagant grace extended to us both. 

We need and grasp it. 

We pray it into others lives too. 

We are we.  As the trinity showed us to be. 

George Cibu
Grief it seems as some may ask, gets hold of my being.  Grief is life.  It is offering and departure, it is betrayal and the thing that stops your breathe awhile.  It’s okay.  She feels things so deeply.  The smallest loss is known.

So grief is on this journey too.  The thing I want to say the most inside these notes, is it’s okay and she’s never alone. 

Her vulnerability brings honesty, accountability and authenticity to the world. 

Life’s grief and its sadness comes alongside joy and dancing and petals falling. 

Grief is life.  I’m sure C.S.Lewis must have a quote there somewhere? 

Fellowship of suffering. 

All shall be well. 


Rach x

Thank You 💐

Thank you to the artists whose inspirational words and amazing art I share in this blogging space. 

In the here – in the now

Following some precious ordinary moments with a friend eating sandwiches drinking tea and sharing conversation together, I reflected afterward how present I felt on the lunch time bench in her garden. 

Being present is becoming quite a cultural word. We all need to be present. Stopping. Noticing. Being aware of what is happening and not to be distracted! 


Intentionally living. 

Life’s exciting but often stressful fast paced whirlwind finds us daily lost in the next project, plan, recipe, tragedy ….

I love the scene we find in the bible  of Jesus leaning on the table sharing sea, sand, fish, wine and time together. 

Being in the now. 

In the every day standard do we lose something? 

An awareness of another. 

A tiredness in a friend. A distraction that requires attention. 

A leaf in its unfurling process. 

Ability to embrace quietness to just be with someone. 

As I type these notes to share with you, Easter approaches.

Am I present with its Hope and message and mystery. 

Do chocolate eggs and worries and menus vie my mind. 

Can you not stop and pray for one hour? 

Jesus words to his friends.

Can I move into slow living. 

Taste the food. Hear the sea. Know the words spoken are heard and prayed .

The words echoed here by Emily Freeman who encourages us to 

Celebrate the small moments. 

And by 

Pete Grieg in Dirty Glory

Today may we be granted ‘ Epiphanies of the ordinary’

To slow 



God . 

For me all year boast the resurrection, I find that I’m always on a quest to know more of Him and the power of this resurrection. 

Suffering and gratitude take their place in it all. 


I lack not, for goodness and love pursue me, eternal hope and perspective are my view from here in this present spot. 

Your beauty and love chase after me

    every day of my life.

I’m back home in the house of God

    for the rest of my life.

Psalm 23the message 

Psalm 23 💐photo rachnotes_
I return to the familiar psalm and find refuge challenge and hope in my sadness as I cope with change all around me. 

A saviour pitched His all for me. 

Likes me 

Daily rescues me. 

In the resurrection I find supernatural Hope sits in with my ordinary being and living . Alongside the miracle we eat fish and talk about love. 

As the song writer put it 

‘This is living now’ 

Happy Easter 💐

Love Rach x 


I was stuck 

Lost in a moment of empty

Bedraggled by bad vibes

Unable to jump into 



Affirmation didn’t arrive 

I listened to the blog 


She spoke about the perfection of social media


She talked of worship 

How it takes us to a higher place


I ran in the rain

Sipped my mug of water

Not fixed 

Just supported 

To choose the 

Heavenly Way

One of redemption 




Who wouldn’t want to be there

Loved by a Good Father 

The Authority of skies and earth

*The one who sustains our very breath

~Jesus gets into the boat with me on the days I cannot get out of it, and in his quietness he touches the lump in my throat, the envy at my neck … 


Burdened but with a place to go 
Burdened but with a place to go 

Love Rach x 💐

Thankful to those who share their words with the world . I one of those who read and hold the essence and energy and wonder and courage they gift to me this child of God

Thank you 

~Hilary Sharrat blogging at

Thank you 

*24/7 prayer 


Celebrating a birthday is a beautiful occasion when faithfulness, love, encouragement and pink fill the balloons!🎈


How’s the word turning out so far?

Rise to be celebrated!!

Dare to rise to feel worthy to be celebrated! 

Rise in the beauty and wonder if it all! 

Drink the cup 

It’s dark and sweet

Eat the bread 

It’s brokenness and fullness 

Celebrating the journey and adventure 

The not so good days when you’ve gone wrong 

Still you’re celebrated 

The days when art flows 

The days when the snow piles high or the rain pitter patters

Be celebrated my dear 

You were won 



So Celebrate the awesomeness of you 

Winter Sunset at Exmouth

(blog post –

Inspired by my 365word and my birthday in January! 

Cake made and designed by my friend Suz and photographed by me  just prior to eating!)

Hello to 2017

One year whizzing past. 

Another approaches with similar speed. Hello 2017. 

What does this year ahead view like from here?

I began a 5 day daily meditation on the bible app. Bridging the close of the advent readings by Ann Voskamp and the start of HTB bible in a year. 

The app reminded me of how to consider God in the present moment. 

How often we dwell overly on past pain and loss or even a past preferred life.

Then there is the panic of unknown days ahead, the approaching challenges and adventures of a new horizon ahead. 

To dwell in the now of life causes us to be still,  to take a breath, to abide. To trust with our whole selves means it’s possible in the now. We trust God with our hopes and fears we trust with our today. 

Matthew 6:34The Message

Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.

Getting overwhelmed by life becoming anxious about life often is a result of a panic inside that pictures the project in its entirety. 

Slow – slow – slow. 

Or as I am quoted by my sister now – stop – stop – stop. 

The addiction to hurry and activity wins a feel good factor. 

I’m intentional about how I can address this is my own life.

Listen to the birds song in the moment. See the sunrise. 

Make choices that unclutter my world outside and within. 

Trusting in promises, avoiding over focusing on the distant view, instead investing in the present that puts trust in charge. 

Rise, she is such a little word. 

I am embracing its hope in countless ways already. 

Seeing my present as the time to rise. As one sunset and one moon already risen brings grace into a world that aches for light I see it already breaking through. When feel I can’t cope I see the oneword being air to me. 

Rise my child 

It was whispered into my soul as a young woman and it’s whispered still. 

Rise into 2017 with the strength that’s greater and wings that fly higher. 

Rise spoke Jesus to the child. 

In that present moment 

She took His hand and stood up. 

Taking the child by the hand, He said to her, “Talitha kum!” (which translated means, “Little girl, I say to you, get up HSCB 

Then He took the child by the hand, and said to her, “Talitha, cumi,” which is translated, “Little girl, I say to you, arise.

Matt 5 NKJ 

She chooses to take the hand and rise. She is not ignorant of life’s losses but grabs gratitude and grace by the hand and skips with childlike faith into 2017 knowing the one whose she is is always alway with her. 

Offering _

As we move into our new year I offer you no judgement and ask this same grace in return.

 I offer you the gift to share in the present.  

I offer you hope in which to rise up to your dreams.

I offer you courage to bear the greys of our days. 

I offer you a Saviour with which one can rise because the righteous right hand sustains .

My offering is my prayer for you to be encouraged in a journey step by step with the good shepherd, rising daily into outrageous grace and abundance of blessings_ 

There will be joy in the morning therefore rise 

Happy New Year 

Love Rach x 



She chooses her word 

The rising of the child 

Talitha Cum


Like a kite soaring 

She can rise 


Wind blows 

The Kite flies 

Rise because a hand 

Reaches out 






Cross bearer





On the wings of the wind 


against the conflict of mind 


Because love holds you 

As you do 

Let love be the reason 

Every season 

She rises 

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.

~ Hamilton Wright Mabie

When she gets to the edge of herself – 

Forgets the manual and the love that’s won her. She frets and feels alone. She needs to slow her breathe and be still and know God. 

She drinks again the words of life water that quenches and restores. The tangles of entwined greys unravel into words that hold her.

She needs to be there more. 

Stopping sipping slow at the masters feet inhale the words of honey and sharp sword truths. Strength for the journey-

She can rise then. 

Only then. 

‘Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’
Isaiah 41:10 NASB