is my sticky manna, showing up every morning like a miracle
that I don’t ever want to miss."
Rachel, I'm tearing up. This was for me. Life is tiring, overwhelming, and sometimes discouraging these days. But I am constantly in awe of how much my answered prayer of a husband relentlessly blesses me -- and our children -- it's so tenderly and utterly beautiful. Goodness I'm not owed, as all grace is.
Oh, sweet gratitude! Some of us starve for these words delivered so impressively- almost like a Van Gogh of the poetry that leaves blessings over each sigh, each wink, each teasing smile. Oh how my heart breaks to be so grateful
so wonderful, Rachel. love...tripping over the light and the ungratefulness, and the reminder from Hilde to see how beautiful you are. Thanks for encouraging us to be grateful for faithfulness in our Father and in those who love us.
This made me cry, it’s so beautiful and so true and so idk what the words are. It’s just fantastic writing. This line, especially, gave me all the feels: “ I guess
what I’m trying to say is: thank you for doing the laundry
and fixing the lights, and all the things I didn’t notice until
after I tripped over the bright, and my own ungratefulness.” 💕💕💕
You and I are in similar seasons of life - our oldests were born a few months apart, our youngests a few days apart. Our roads to this stage were very different, but I’ve been so thankful for your writing and musings the past several years, they feel like words from a friend. Thank you.
"You were my prayer request, and our life
is my sticky manna, showing up every morning like a miracle
that I don’t ever want to miss."
Rachel, I'm tearing up. This was for me. Life is tiring, overwhelming, and sometimes discouraging these days. But I am constantly in awe of how much my answered prayer of a husband relentlessly blesses me -- and our children -- it's so tenderly and utterly beautiful. Goodness I'm not owed, as all grace is.
How can people give these things up, indeed?
This is beautiful and so real. I loved a lot of lines, maybe these the most: "blinded to the beauty and grace that shows up
every morning like dew covered wafers, honey cakes, and
fresh rock water. Too often, I miss the miraculous breakfast
right in front of me."
Oh, sweet gratitude! Some of us starve for these words delivered so impressively- almost like a Van Gogh of the poetry that leaves blessings over each sigh, each wink, each teasing smile. Oh how my heart breaks to be so grateful
Your words always offer a way to see the world through a God-graced lens. Thank you, Rachel.
This is painfully gorgeous! Like I physically ache from the beauty.
“Our house is too small and never clean. Juice attracts
joy and dirt. And sometimes, we forget about the joy.” ❤️
so wonderful, Rachel. love...tripping over the light and the ungratefulness, and the reminder from Hilde to see how beautiful you are. Thanks for encouraging us to be grateful for faithfulness in our Father and in those who love us.
Woosh. Now that’s a poem.
Thank you ♥️
I adore your love story
“You were my prayer request, and our life
is my sticky manna, showing up every morning like a miracle
that I don’t ever want to miss…”
I often tell people my husband was an answer to a prayer I didn’t know enough to pray. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.
I’ll be thinking about my own “sticky manna” today.
Beautiful
This made me cry, it’s so beautiful and so true and so idk what the words are. It’s just fantastic writing. This line, especially, gave me all the feels: “ I guess
what I’m trying to say is: thank you for doing the laundry
and fixing the lights, and all the things I didn’t notice until
after I tripped over the bright, and my own ungratefulness.” 💕💕💕
Fabulous! Loved every line!
You and I are in similar seasons of life - our oldests were born a few months apart, our youngests a few days apart. Our roads to this stage were very different, but I’ve been so thankful for your writing and musings the past several years, they feel like words from a friend. Thank you.
🫰🫰🫰🫰