“It needs some organization”, I say
bumping over cracks in pavement.
But I’ll work harder, smarter, even better
I’ve never been afraid of hard work.
A Year in Review
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! The Wright Family has eased slowly in 2026, reflecting more than hitting the pavement. 2025 was full of changes, the biggest being the birth of our daughter, Laurel. By God’s grace, we are now living life as a family of five. Month by month, here is a quick highlight…
“Two Questions”
ONE) IS THERE ANY TRUE LOVE WITHOUT SERVICE? I hear that love is flowers and flutters, Passion and attraction or small jewelry boxes, Love songs with lyrics that stir the emotions But I look to the Gospels and hear a question, begged off the pages — Is there any true love without service? Service that’s…
Cheers to Sixteen Years
Today marks our 16th wedding anniversary. Even after all this time, I can recall the excitement and joy of that day. Surrounded by my closest friends and family, I was giddy throughout the day’s preparation, longing for one moment — when the double doors at the back of the church opened and I saw Kip…
the late winter storm
Yesterday, the winds blew hard
against the siding of the house.
I awoke to swirly, noisy beating sounds,
the panes of glass creaking against
the weight of the world.
No match for this
For anyone starting out the new year with lofty goals, aspirations, and hopes for the future — but soon finds themselves overwhelmed by lack and need: There is no want for those who fear Him. There is no hunger or lack for those who trust in the Lord. There is no match for our God,…
To make sense of things, I write.
Well, it’s been a minute. I won’t pretend to have the type of readership that demands an explanation for my absence, but considering it’s been nigh on three years since my last published post, I thought a brief re-introduction might be necessary. I’m Rachel. I’m a 37-year-old everyday woman, my life full of little details…
From the Head Down
In the suffering and stretching we have experienced over the past several years, I am struck by a common thread of grace, wrapping around us and holding us together: The people of God.
The Earth Hums
Yet. The early air is cold and new.
Rain has fallen and refreshes.
I cannot breathe in deep enough,
Remembrance of Eden floods the senses. And even more, something greater still, Rustles in the trees. Anticipation.
The Barn Door and Sowing Seeds
As a part of developing new weekly rhythms, one of the things I’ve come to incorporate is a 5:30 AM workout class at the YMCA. Though I’m not much of a morning person, I don’t find it hard to get up before everyone else on this particular day. I dress quietly in the darkened house, brush my teeth, and drive the ten minutes to the gym. The class is small, the lights are dim, and the work is hard. The pushing of my body clears my mind and I find myself breathing out stress with each repetition.
TALITHA CUMI 