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![The Best Kind of Friend… [and God’s Purpose in Suffering.]](https://rachelwrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/09/A4A34026-4B78-4E7D-BD8C-9D74E63CC826.png)
The best kind of friend is a praying friend. It’s no secret 2024 has been a hard year for the Rains’ household. Little by little, I’ve pulled back the curtains in this season of life and let friends in… I might’ve overshared a time or two. But the reality is when we share our “stuff,”…
Days later and I am still in recovery mode from our little excursion in south Texas… The heat way down south in San Antone was excruciating. We’re still scratching our heads, wondering if we had a good time!? 😂 Similar, the heat on the OK/TX border this summer has truly been unbearable. More than once…
![Letting Go… [and Choosing Forgiveness]](https://rachelwrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/4D3767FE-F460-4E0E-9863-4C9FCE66CEEF.jpeg)
Fall is a season for letting go… Although it doesn’t feel very Fall-ish here in Hometown, OK with temps hovering around the nineties—I’m desperately searching for autumn-ness. Maybe it’s because the temperatures refuse to succumb. Or maybe it’s because we’re sliding into my mama’s favorite season and birthday month. But a heaviness hangs in the…
![Returning Home… [and gift(s) from the sea]](https://rachelwrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/CBE06D9E-B7C8-4F4D-826F-25E68F9EBF89-1024x1024-1.jpeg)
Recently, I spent a glorious three days with the fam on the beaches of Alabama. And although we weren’t able to make it all the way to our beloved 30-A, just being in Alabama and Mississippi rendered a strange sense of being back home!? Although, we’ve never lived in those places… Even stranger, as we…
![A Trusted Friend… [in a time of need and grief]](https://rachelwrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/E7A52A7C-6019-4BBA-B2C2-38A427304C1A-915x1024-1.jpeg)
One year ago, I made a new friend. But not the kind you’d expect, I met my new Target store. I sat in this Target shopping center while my mama braved a calcium drip at twice the speed. (Although, I told her not to do it.) We were becoming regulars at dropping her off at…
![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…