If I push myself hard enough, plan well enough, suppress my emotions enough, I can master my life. I can steer this ship that is racing through an ocean of unexpected obstacles and unpredictable storms and uncharted territory because I am my own captain: me, me, me.
Author Archives: Rachel Fisher
Easter Sunday
Christ is risen, and so are we. Time and time and time again.
Holy Saturday
Why do things have to be this way?
Good Friday
Jesus is crucified, and I’m complaining about tacos.
Library Books & Letting Go
If I can manage to turn in a library book, perhaps I can attempt to release more holds which no longer serve me. What wondrous possibilities await if I learned to let go?
Self-Loathing in an Airport
If I just work hard enough or strategize well enough or charm enough people, I can make things nice and planned and predictably the way I want them to be. But real life doesn’t work that way, not in relationships or jobs, certainly not in an airport.
Pennies From Heaven
Pennies are meaningless alone, but added up, they can make a fortune. Similarly, when we seek joy in the small things, we find goodness “all over town.”
Christmas isn’t easy, but maybe that’s the point.
I wish so fiercely that Christmas would be like a movie all the time, but no matter how hard I try, that’s just not true.
Day x: Easter
But isn’t that what Easter is? God’s gift of love that permits us, nay requires us, to deepen our hearts for others?
Day Four: How Far I’ll Go
Less so in the sense that I proved her—or anyone else—wrong…but that I can surprise even myself with how far I can go if I put my mind to something.
Rachel Fisher 