
It happened sometime between daring being a dream and daring coming true…
I went to Costa Rica last summer. It was my first mission trip, my first international mission trip, my first flight, and my first international flight.
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It happened sometime between daring being a dream and daring coming true…
I went to Costa Rica last summer. It was my first mission trip, my first international mission trip, my first flight, and my first international flight.

A few months ago this sweet lady named Joanne Bischof commented on a blog post of mine. Then we connected through Twitter and Facebook. Turns out, she is the author of the Cadence of Grace series, a beautiful trio of historical romances set in the Appalachian mountains at the turn of the twentieth century. Would you like to [...]

I started reading The Quiet Place to help ring in the New Year. I’ve never read any of Nancy Leigh DeMoss’ other works, but I’m enjoying the tone of this one. Sweet, yet convicting. Truth delivered in a loving way. I pull this book from my nightstand’s shelf just before I turn off the light each [...]

What if there’s some things God wants to do with you—only you—so he’s keeping Prince C. off slaying a dragon somewhere for a while longer? -Are You Ready for Prince Charming? I’ve been thinking about this line of mine in the months since I wrote it. I’ve been wondering just what it is God wants [...]

This will be our second Christmas without him. He never said much. The adjective “quiet” fit him to a T. Still, he was there for everything. Impromptu dinners, horse-riding competitions, graduations, and especially Christmas. There’s just something about sitting on the couch next to your grandpa while “Miracle on 34th Street” plays on the Hallmark [...]

I’ve never called myself an artist. A writer, yes. In fact, it was just this year that I grew comfortable with introducing myself that way in those ice-breaker moments at the beginning of the first day of class. “Hi, I’m Rachelle, and I’m a writer.” Of course, I’m sure that had something to do with [...]

I made a startling discovery while washing dishes this evening. And I never would have discovered it had it not been evening. The dancing darkness outside the window pulled me in, inviting me to plunge into nothingness and numbness and the shivery night. My fingers slowed on their sudsy trek through the dishwater and I focused, truly focused, on the window and my view of the outside world.

Usually, I like roses. The sparkling purity of a white rose is lovely. Red roses remind me of sappy sweet romances. I find blue roses interesting. Yellow roses make me smile. And my friends know that peach roses are my favorite flower in all the world.
So when I saw the daisy planted by a neighbor’s mailbox, I almost walked right by it.
But then, I stopped…