by Rachel Fahrenbach | Apr 19, 2020 | Creativity, Faith, Life Transitions, Relationships
I stepped up to 2020 with a fervor to embrace it. The known of 2019 stepped aside for the new possibilities of 2020, and I sprinted ahead. And then I stumbled. Not because of anything I had done; as the ground rose and fell under me with life disruptions, I found myself frantically trying to find my footing as I moved one week into the next. And just as I thought I had righted myself, the ground under me dropped out with a sudden and intense finality.
This year has become what I believe God always intended it to be for me: an embrace.
by Rachel Fahrenbach | Apr 11, 2020 | Faith, Family, Life Transitions, Relationships
I miscarried on a Sunday. By the following Thursday, I felt the familiar need to make sense out of my reality by creating plans, by defining purpose, by scheduling my day. So, I did just that. By the following Sunday night, at the one week mark, I found myself...
by Rachel Fahrenbach | Apr 2, 2020 | Faith, Family, Life Transitions, Relationships
I see pictures of spring popping up all over social media. In my neck of the woods, it’s gray skies, rain drops, yellow grass, and an alteration between cold and less cold. It seems fitting for today. Today is my second day of recovery from emergency surgery. I...
by Rachel Fahrenbach | Apr 2, 2020 | Creativity, Family, Relationships
I don’t take pictures.Not of my kids and definitely not of myself.Got nothing against photos… I just don’t think to take them in the moment.And, if I’m being honest, with the invention of smart phones and social media feeds, I’ve become...
by Rachel Fahrenbach | Apr 2, 2020 | Faith, Family, Relationships
We tried a meal delivery service last weekend. We picked the recipe, the company shopped for us, and my husband and kids cooked the meal by following the step by step instructions.We ate it during our Sabbath meal and it was quite honestly one of the best meals...
by Rachel Fahrenbach | Apr 2, 2020 | Family, Relationships
This girl right here, she’s my oldest. The one who made me a momma. The one in whom I recognize myself and yet is her own person so distinctly. The one with a flair for dramatics..My own little Anne of Green Gables..I have told her a number of times that she...