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![I Am From poem… [Finding Hope and Healing]](https://rachelwrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/0191D615-E662-4543-AB5D-8533679CD733.jpeg)
I am from Gospel sounds. From Sunday dinners made from scratch. I am from parents who tried as best they could, but also lost their way. I am from magnolias tall whose beckoning branches encouraged me skywards—always. I am from hand-me-down dresses and scrapbooks full of girlhood achievements. From Jack and from Nellie. From as…
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It was the Clifford women who gathered early that second morning to sing as we waited the arrival of others. Her favorite hymn was Rock of Ages. Mama knew (and sang) every word of each stanza. She likely played it on the piano thousands of times over her lifetime. “While I draw this fleeting breath,…
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I’ve been working long days on a passion project with a hard deadline… So, one day last week when I skipped my usual, extended-play version of Bible study due to time constraints, I felt comfortable with the shortened edition. Because my heart longed, instead, to be in the Word. Truthfully, I’ve grown to LOVE this…
![Storms… [finding the meaning in it all?]](https://rachelwrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/977316E1-1CE1-4DAC-8508-F3352658B7E1-scaled-1.jpeg)
Weekend before last, hubby and I returned #CousinCarl back to his natural habitat. A weather alert informed us of possible tornado weather ahead. So, we were forced to pull over and wait for the storm to pass. As we continued on, rays of sunshine accompanied by a beautiful rainbow replaced the stormy skies in the…
One year ago, hubby and I drove through Cairo, Illinois on our way to pick up Cousin Carl for Thanksgiving. Hubby pulled into the historic district for what would be our very last time. Although, unbeknownst to us at the time—we may have suspected it!? And I’m so glad we did. Because we captured this…
![Naming [and Doing] the Hard Things…](https://rachelwrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/B36E98BE-B222-4078-9FA1-DF903CAB576C-scaled-1.jpeg)
“I can do hard things, if it’s only for a season” is what I kept telling myself, as my mama’s care demandingly increased. What an incredible honor and how exceedingly joyful it was to serve her so well in her final weeks, days, and moments, but caring for someone you love going downhill that fast…
In those hard, early crime fighting days, we called ourselves the Three Amigos. This past winter, I had planned to slowly unpack our story of combatting crime and evil for all of you. But God had different plans… It was almost a year ago when I pulled The car aside into a North Dallas park…
I rediscovered Yellowstone National Park pics from fifty years just a couple days before we left for own family trip two weeks ago. I was only a year old on that trip. My parents had just bought a camper and Yellowstone was our inaugural trip. But the only thing I remember about that trip is…
![[A Holy Marker… ] My Mama’s Cancer Journey](https://rachelwrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/B0226A81-6DC5-4D85-83FE-2E598310712D-scaled-1.jpeg)
“Falling leaves are summer’s way of telling us goodbye.” – unknown Three incredibly difficult seasons have come and gone since I last posted to the A Meaningful Journey blog site. All I can say is… God and cancer can move at lightning speed!? I can’t say as to why God chose to move me across…