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![Surrendering Your Dreams… [and the Dream-Maker].](https://rachelwrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/11/7F552247-2DE2-4B5A-9DDB-26ED39C15E9E.png)
Right now I’m livin’ the DREAM I dared to pray for… Does it look exactly like I thought? Uh, no. Does that make it easy? An emphatic, no. But does it ever!? So, humbly I must SURRENDER this new season of unrealized dreams-—to the Maker of my dreams, again and again. The Great Adventure In…
![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…
![Am I Where I’m Supposed to Be…. [asking for a friend]!?](https://rachelwrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/01/24A203FA-2220-4E9C-9BE6-29F9F3DF3553-scaled-1.jpeg)
I have long dreaded this first week back in January. Knowing this week is when our journey began, I worried. Would I feel saddened by the long, brutal journey of moving to Hometown, OK knowing mama would leave this earth just a few months later? Not to mention, now being marooned in a foreign land…
Grief is a bitter pill. The tears so close to the surface, I don’t dare let them spill. For if I did, the hydrant may never drip dry. The dreaded first Christmas now looms in recent past. But early January 2020, looming ever larger… ************************* In what seemed the shortest week of the year in…