Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read When I graduated from high school, decided to study Communications in college, and people asked me what I wanted to do with that degree, I answered, “I want to work for a magazine or a newspaper.” Then in my junior year, I took an internship that had me writing for the university magazine and newspaper….
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read I used to not get grace. I didn’t understand it and therefore couldn’t appreciate it. I used to read dictionaries, but somehow I never read the definition of grace. In my mind, the word grace conjured something rather obscure, on a rung higher than forgiveness but below love. Whenever I heard the word used in…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 6 Minute Read See that girl there? She’s seventeen; strong hands grip the wheel of her daddy’s Cadillac, and she’s barely out of the driveway. That’s her own never-known-another house in her window. But in the windshield, well, that’s a whole different view. You see, that picture was taken the summer I graduated homeschool high school, a scant…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read I am terrible at parking. Ask my parents. They’re regularly regaled at the dinner table with tales of how I parked a mile away from the entrance of bookstores and class buildings because I was terrified of parking between two other cars. When I’m daring enough to try, I swing wide. Or I go narrow….
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read In the middle of gymnastics class, my group of preschool girls decided oinking like pigs would be fun. Grinning at their giggles, I rolled my eyes and asked for quiet. Obediently, they shushed, although their smiles still spoke of their joy. Smiling back, I faced them, stood on the closest low balance beam, and demonstrated…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read When Christmas break rolls around, I rejoice because not only did I survive a semester (and final exams!), but I have a whole month to go before classes begin again. However, I realize I only have a month before classes begin again! Which means I want to buy next semester’s textbooks early, and make sure my pencil…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read This summer I felt the Lord leading me to do something I’ve never done before. Translation: He challenged, and I balked. Story of my life. The task? Something simple, something Scriptural, something like…setting apart a Sabbath. It was summertime, but every time I thought of the upcoming semester, I heard that challenge repeated to take…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 5 Minute Read What Didn’t Surprise Me It wasn’t my type that surprised me. When I took the MBTI (Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, a highly-esteemed personality assessment test) during a class last year, I was told I was an “INFJ.” Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging. I immediately nodded, agreeing. I am an introvert: I recharge from an afternoon alone with…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read The Daydream The school buses in the back parking lot were what clued me in. I stared at their empty shells as I strode away from my truck and toward the center of campus. As I passed the pond, I realized what they were for. A group of school children gathered. They must have been…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read Staring down at my list and realizing I needed three things from the automotive section caused me just a twinge of anxiety. It is an accomplishment that I know how to change the oil. I don’t do it, but I know how, and that is what counts. (Actually, what counts is that my dad is…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read 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.
Rachelle Rea Cobb 8 Minute Read 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…
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