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

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. 


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 

You have a story to write 

Our Story 

She reaches for that next title . Another amazing book written. This could be the one she can hold dear, the one that ‘gets’ her, the one where  the words resonate with her heart. The one that She holds  on to forever because its knows her heart too! 

Many books say a little of her heart. But they miss a beat of fully saying her words completely.

She extracts quotes that resonate and make her heart stronger. Yet. Always looking for that story that fits to help her rise again! 

You, speak those words dear friend.  

You photograph the art. 

 You write it. 

YOU! Yes you!

Further as she yearned more for that next book promoted that the realisation came,  the answer  of course is already deep inside.

Years of journeying with her God and Saviour, watching and reading life. 

There’s a tapestry oft torn and oft broken but always rewoven in. 

A new message is being finely threaded in. Rise because of Grace. 

The story you need desperately is in others, yet, dig deep because it’s inside of you . 

Pen the words, type them in. 

Be still, let go of your preconceived ideas and widen the horizons before you. 

Seek and ye shall find

Express the authentic you 

Find the artist in you. 

She ponders here. 

Its not clear 

Sees through the glass dimly. 

Trust as she steps through the wardrobe and into Narnia. 

Peeping out through caution and fear. Tentatively she moves towards the dream. 

She poises and thinks of her grandmother, her beautiful penmanship on a card. Long ago. 




The 3 Ps . 

The characters played out in her lifetime. An ordinary life. Godliness is the one sitting listening. Remember Mary. 

She listens to the song in her heart. Making sense of an end is impossible at the beginning. 

She treads the ocean with the faith  that brought her here and the waves won’t worry her. 

The props are falling one by one . The characters that she leaned into have completed their song. Yet. There’s a Strong Tower that’s holding her 

Proverbs 18:10

God’s name is a place of protection—good people can run there and be safe.

And so it is she folds it away like the books she read and the knowledge and the wisdom . 

The vision is inside her. 


While the storm is hitting the rocks 


A whisper speaks inside you

Let go 

Listen to the breathe and the truth and the story inside of you. 

Quietly let it unfold 

There is a story in you and me.
Written before we were born

He is faithful to bring us into the fullness of it. 




But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.

    They spread their wings and soar like eagles,

They run and don’t get tired,

    they walk and don’t lag behind.

Isaiah 40:31

Let the art and the words cause you to rise. Cause us all to rise . 

It is the poetry of hands to bring your story to the world to let the bowed body  and hurting heart rise. 

The main aim is to rise my daughter my friend. To write your story a gift to yourself. Never forget you have a story to write. 

Love Rach 

Rise Anyway

She gets that overwhelmed feeling oft. 

Builds a strategy

 a space 

a walk

 a breathe

 a prayer. 

It’s okay


Coffee break 


The bible app 

Panic still pervades her

She Sinks into a lost 



Rise is her word 

She chose it 

‘Live it now girl ‘

She unkindly speaks 

Into her own heart


R I S E 

She remembers his hand 

Reaching out

Her defeat caught 

grace unmeasurable 

Gifted to her 

The thought caught in the thicket

The tears dried by understanding love 

Rise is made possible 


He is 

I am 

Emmanuel never leaves 



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



To rise 

she offers 

her willingness 

That’s it! 

Not performance 

Outrageous grace 

Births itself 

Breathe of a newborn 

Expires on a cross 


Redeems her

His voice 

Child rise 

The offering 


Herself in Him 

her space melts into His eternity 




Christmas Miracle 


Thank You 

An enormous thank you to my readers and encouragers in this space. 

I value you. 

I appreciate your words and kind counsel. 

Sometimes I find it hard to pay attention. The job list drowns me out!

Today I took the idea from the blog shared way back in spring by @reallyprettyuseful .

I took myself into a different place of paying attention to a project. 

It unraveled me!

The green twine and the way the hoop seemed to happen fascinated me. I’m somewhat used to disasters and tears!!

My inspiration came from here. 

So with twinkling lights and a twist on the yellow my wreath hangs at the kitchen window . 

Imperfect and different. 

It made me realise how much input all you beautiful people pour into others to inspire. 

Let me tell you how much you are an inspiration daily to someone- believe it and grow it. 

I began my new word Rise early. 

It’s filling me with such hope as I see how I can rise daily. Into new adventures.

Every Blessing_

Thank you 

Happy Christmas 

Love Rach 

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