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PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE COOKIES

1 ½ cups all purpose flour

1 ½ tbsp cinnamon

1 tsp nutmeg

½ tsp cloves

2 tbsp instant coffee

½ cup salted butter, browned

To the browned butter you will add:

2 tbsp 1 tbsp Torani Pumpkin Pie syrup

1 tbsp Cinnamon Whiskey (optional)

2 tsp instant coffee

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

½ cup white sugar

¼ cup light brown sugar

¼ cup  pumpkin puree (not pumpkin pie filling)

To make the cookies:

In a small mixing bowl whisk together flour, spices, and instant coffee granules. Set aside.

Brown the butter with its ingredients. Let it cool slightly.

In a separate bowl, cream together the browned butter mix, white sugar and brown sugar.  Add pumpkin puree and mix again. 

Slowly add the spiced flour mix until just combined. (Make sure to scrape the sides)

Cover and place in refrigerator for 30 minutes

Preheat oven to 350

In a small bowl, mix white sugar, cinnamon, and some brown sugar. I didn’t measure this. I mixed amounts until I got the desire I wanted.

Roll 1 tbsp of the dough into a ball and roll into sugar, cinnamon, light brown sugar mixture

Put on baking sheets lined with parchment paper

Bake for 18 minutes

Cool on the baking sheets for 2 minutes then place on cooling racks.

While they cool, make the frosting.

For Frosting:

2 tbsp hot water

1 tsp instant coffee

2 cups powdered sugar

1 tbsp Torani Pumpkin PIe Syrup

*adjust to taste

*Had I not been making these for work, I would have added the cinnamon whiskey to the frosting, but since it doesn’t cook out when you do that, I decided against it.

After cookies are completely cool, dip each cookie into the frosting mixture, covering the top.

I found it helpful to put a piece of parchment paper under the cooling rack. Then, after I dipped a cookie, I put it back on the cooling rack and let the extra small drips go onto the paper.

When you are ready, enjoy!!!

If you try anything different, let me know! I made up this recipe and would love to know what you tried.

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The Gift of Knowing You: Friendship

The Apostle Paul says in Philippians 1:3:Whenever you cross my mind, I thank my God for you and for the gift of knowing you. (The Voice)

My sophomore year of high school we moved to Virginia. I knew that in order to make friends and enjoy my high school days, I needed to overcome my shyness and make some friends.

And that’s exactly what I did. 

I made some friends whose friendship is going to last a lifetime (thanks to social media and cell phones which make staying in touch a lot easier). I think of these women often and pray for them frequently. 

These friends I met when I was 16 years old. 

We have all since gone to college, started careers, gotten married, had kids, and we all live all over the country. 

Again, I met them when I was 16 years old.

It would take me about 30 more years to make more friends. 

Sure, I have had acquaintances and people I have liked during that thirty year gap, but didn’t have anyone I could really call a friend – someone who accepts me for who I am, but isn’t afraid to show tough love and call me out in a loving way, someone I can share all of myself with, people who encourage me, but are not afraid to be honest with me. People I can completely be myself with – without judgement, but love and grace. 

It was worth waiting all these years to find godly women who make me a better person.

And I thank God for the gift of knowing them.

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A Real Life Lesson in Prayer on this Thanksgiving Day

On this Thanksgiving Day, my husband and daughter experienced first hand the beauty and power of prayer. 

Both were working, prepping breakfast for the hotel guests. My daughter, Abigail, went to take out the trash and noticed a woman fall suddenly on the floor in the lobby. Immediately, a guest surrounded the woman and the front desk clerk called an ambulance. Abigail ran back into the kitchen and told my husband, Michael, what happened. She took over the kitchen duties while Michael ran out to help.

Michael kneeled beside the woman who lay unconscious on the floor. The hotel guest grabbed the woman’s hand and began to pray out loud.  Michael, bowing his head in agreement, held the woman’s other hand between his two palms. 

Before the word “Amen” was uttered, the woman came to and told them her name was Sandy. 

With both her hands being held by these total strangers, the prayer continued until EMS arrived.

About 15 minutes after EMS departed, a man came into the kitchen and asked Michael if he was okay, then he prayed over him.

Michael asked the man if he was a pastor.  The man replied with a smile, “I am not, but I have a pastor’s heart.” 

We should all have a pastor’s heart. 

When Michael told me what happened, he could barely keep the tears from falling. Seeing first hand the power of prayer affected him deeply and for someone who struggles with faith, this experience was eye opening for him. 

And for that, I am truly grateful.

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A Lesson in Perseverance

Is it wisdom that allows you to realize you are in the middle of learning and growing in a certain area?  If so, God has granted me this gift. And, yes, I would call learning about perseverance being a gift. 

Although I didn’t realize this right away, it certainly became clear as I sat in the doctor’s office yesterday talking about testing me for Rheumatoid Arthritis. For three weeks, both hands, both arms and every finger has hurt with no relief despite my efforts.

My first thought was to overreact and think in “woe is me” terms – “I can’t write. It hurts to type.”  

A lie. Not that it hurts to type, mind you, it does. 

The lie is that “I can’t.”   

The lesson is perseverance. 

As I wait for the results, I will persevere. This will be of no strength of my own. Clearly, I have been incapable of that. No. My perseverance will come from God – from His promises, His strength. 

My strength comes from God’s grace and His grace is sufficient for me.

I can do all things through him who strengthens me. Phil. 4:13

Even if I am attacked, I will remain confident. Psalm 27:3b

I will be your God throughout your lifetime— until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you.  I will carry you along and save you. Is. 46:4

I encourage you to persevere in whatever you may be going through. Let’s do it together, holding onto the above truths.

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A Dollhouse Halloween (350 Words)

The uncarved pumpkin sits innocently on the front steps. The orange gourd welcomes autumn to the home. You do not notice the skeletal figure draped in black standing in the corner until you approach the steps. Its pedestal forces the welcome mat to lay askew at its presence. You notice and try to adjust the mat, but it doesn’t move.

The wooden red door stays closed until the first guest arrives offering mystery as to what lies behind it. Who, or what, will open the door from inside?  You wonder nervously as you await. The door opens, welcoming you inside.

Standing at the foot of the stairs is a rosy-cheeked, cherub face child. She is in a nightgown, presumably up past her bedtime. Her excitement for the night keeps her witch’s hat on as her nightcap. A plastic jack o’lantern is held  tightly in one hand. The black cat she holds in her other hand guards her treats in the plastic bucket closely. You smile at the sweet ‘treater. She doesn’t return the gesture. She merely cocks her head at you as if trying to view you at a different angle. 

Passing through the door which separates the two rooms, you enter the formal dining room. To your surprise you find sitting on the floor a little girl dressed like a mummy. You know it’s a girl based on the yellow ribbon she most likely insisted on wearing atop her wrapped head. She sits with two jack o’ lanterns of differing sizes, but both with broad smiles, in her lap. The crinkles beside her large eyes peeking beneath the straps of white fabric show she’s smiling though her mouth is well-hidden.

A small pumpkin sits on the dining room table behind her. It’s placed perfectly between two candelabras which seem to be obnoxiously large for the size of the mahogany table. You find it curious that only two chairs are placed at the table. You want to ask, but hold your tongue behind your own mask.

The doorbell rings. You turn and see it open by itself, welcoming something in. 

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An Excerpt from “Autumn” by Longfellow

I just love this section of his poem. It speaks of the season brilliantly!

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now
Its mellow richness on the clustered trees,
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,
Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.

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TBT 2020- Halloween Writing Prompt: Bats in the Belfry (50 Words)

Bats in the Belfry,

Hanging and waiting for the bells to chime the midnight hour.

On their peal, they will fly out into the darkness,

disrupting the October night sky.

Silhouettes against the full moon,

Embracing their calling, they loom.

They own the time until the bells call them home.

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Throwback Thursday: BEYOND THE CLOUDS (June 2021)

Driving down the highway yesterday, a sudden surge of brake lights caught my

attention. It wasn’t an accident or traffic which caused the sea of bright red

to appear. It was hard rain, which seemed to come out of nowhere, catching all

of us by surprise.

The sky had a few clouds scattered throughout it, but none seemed large

enough or dark enough to provide the rainstorm that came down. It was as if the

storm cloud was hovering just above my car at one point because I couldn’t actually see it.

What I could see, though, briefly through the cleared space from the

windshield wipers, was the blue sky ahead.

Isn’t that how life is? Full of storms which are unexpected. Sometimes we can

see the blue sky just beyond the storm and other times, well, all we see is a

sky overwhelmed with clouds waiting to burst open with no evidence of an end.

That’s what faith is. It is knowing the blue is going to show up. It is

the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen (Hebrews

11:1) It is knowing that even though the entire sky is consumed with storm

clouds, that beyond it, where our earthly eyes cannot see, there is blue. There

is hope. There is clear, calm sky filled with heavenly brightness waiting on

the other side of the storm.

In Mark 4, we read the story of Jesus calming the sudden storm which shows

up on the sea. His disciples are scared and call on Him. He calms the sea and

says to His disciples in Mark 4:40,

“Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”

When I feel the fear from one of lives’ storms present itself, when I can’t

see the blue sky beyond the clouds, I hear Jesus asking me this very question. “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”

It always reminds me that Faith is greater than fear and even the smallest amount of faith can calm the largest of storms.

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Throwback Thursday: FALLING LEAVES, WARM MEMORIES (A Snippet from a piece written in 2020)

By the time Patricia stepped outside into the brisk Virginia air, the leaves were already on fire. She smiled sheepishly at the memories swirling inside her mind and heart. She pulled the crocheted shawl, irregularly shaped from her first attempt at the craft, tighter around her shoulders. 

Stepping off the wrap-around porch and following the natural path down to where her husband of nine years stood. Wearing more flannel layers than needed, Jim stood in front of the old drum. The remnants of hours spent raking filled the drum quickly and surrendered to the heat of the controlled fire. 

“What?”, Jim asked with a childish smile on his face. “You’re smiling like it’s Christmas morning.”  

“Am I?”  Angela knew she was. 

This was one of her favorite parts of the fall season – the near ritualistic burning of the leaves.

The smell, one of musky, sweet smoke, brushed with a hint of dampness, always offered moments of nostalgia in its embers.

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Monday Morning Motivation

A little Monday morning motivation for all the writers out there:

“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”
–Madeleine L’Engle

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Throwback Thursday: RESTLESS (19 Word Story – April 2021)

Restless souls dance beneath the weight of the earth, 

which smothers them until their last breath dances to Heaven.

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First Paragraph – INCOGNITO

He stood motionless, hiding in the shadows where the light of the flickering street lamp failed to reach. Leaning against one of the many trees lining the street, his figure blended into the darkness. She didn’t notice him. He noticed her. He had always noticed her. 

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Throwback Thursday: THE CHAIR (untitled story start circa 2018)

She passed the few houses between hers and the end of the street. Turning the corner, she looked up, noticing the beauty of the early morning sky and how the clouds sat in such a way to remind her of the coast. A slight breeze brushed her skin and left a scent of salt water and sunscreen lingering around her. Of course, she was hundreds of miles from the beach. It was a memory of another time grazing upon her senses.

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Throwback Thursday: Upheld- A Poem on Psalm 51:12-15 (2019)

Upheld with a willing spirit,

not with defense or fight.

Upheld with a hopeful outlook,

one of trust and faith.

Upheld above the clouds of darkness,

far from my sins and transgressions.

Upheld so I may be restored

and focus my eyes on the joy of salvation.

Upheld that I may sing songs of praise

to You and You alone.

Upheld and delivered.

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A Piece From a Work in Progress – “Charlotte”

After crossing over the tracks on a cooler than average September morning, Charlotte thought she heard the faint sound of a train horn in the distance. She hoped she had heard it. But after looking down the path there was no sign of a train. If there had been, Charlotte was almost convinced she would have jumped into a boxcar.

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Throwback Thursday: Story Start- “Adelaide” (October 2020)

She swung on the weathered tire swing, letting her stringy long, golden blond hair graze the dirt below. Her jeans she had cut off into makeshift shorts to try to beat the Texas heat, sat perfectly centered on the seat as she straightened out her legs. Pointing her mismatched socked feet and old, too-tight high tops at the blazing sun, she floated through the air.  

She was bored. This time of day always bored her especially, during the summer. She called this time between 3 pm and dinner, “time in the land of nothing”. It was too hot to really do anything too active outside unless you could stand to walk the path to Willington Pond for a swim. 

She didn’t care for that. Her time at the pond was either early in the morning to go catch minnows and tadpoles, and take a dip if it fancied her, or in the dark of night when she and her older brother Jimmy would go fishing. 

Fishing with Jimmy happened a couple nights a week. Those nights were her favorites. They would sit on the bank of the pond, a cooler of drinks, soda for her and beer for him. She was content to sit in silence with him as the lines sat untouched in the water. Most of the time that’s what they did. He never had much to say, but they didn’t need to speak. She learned to love the sound the night brought. It was a symphony of nature that only God could be the conductor of.

She was listening intently to the sound of a bullfrog when he interrupted her.

“Adelaide, did you hear me?”

She had but pretended she didn’t. 

“I’m going to ask Ellie to marry me.”

She turned towards him with tear-filled eyes. She couldn’t speak. Her world was just devastated. She dropped her pole and ran home.   

© 2020 Raelyn Pracht

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Throwback Thursday: MORNING SYMPHONY (A Haiku from September 2020)

Morning symphony –

His creation plays the songs,

orchestrating life.

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Throwback Thursday: A First Paragraph (2019)

If I had known I was going to die today I would have eaten a more exciting breakfast than Cheerios. Okay, so it wasn’t even Cheerios, it was the generic brand. I mean, I even had to eat them with water because the milk had soured. If I had known that it was going to be my last meal, I would have had an array of foods – eggs, bacon, French toast, fruit-filled crepes, you name it. And I would have washed it down with a glass of fresh, ice cold unexpired milk. 

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Provision

There is no better time of year for looking backwards than this very moment.

Looking into the rearview mirror, I can see one thing above all others: Provision.

God in his loving kindness doesn’t stop at providing.

He continues on – gracefully sustaining.

I continue on trusting and believing with every seeking moment, every question asked, and every door I knock upon.

“Ask, and the gift is yours. Seek, and you’ll discover. Knock, and the door will be opened for you.” Matthew 7:7 TPT

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A Paragraph about Mabel

She leaned her head back against the sanded, smooth top of the rocking chair, closing her eyes against the brightness of the sun. The warmth of its beams kissed her skin in a glowing embrace. She lost herself moments like this. The old porch, refreshed with her welcoming style, had this effect on her. Paint could never cover up the memories. They would always lay quietly underneath the coats until summoned.  Silently, meditatively, she lifted prayers of thanksgiving up to the heavens.

The above is a paragraph from the novel I am working on.

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Throwback Thursday: CRAZY

I am not crazy. I can’t be. Would a crazy person be able to define the word itself? No, I am not crazy, but this . . . this defies all logic. No matter how hard I try, what is happening in this house is beyond explanation and that is exceedingly uncomfortable to me.

Note about the above: I have no idea when I actually wrote this. I don’t really remember writing it, but as I was looking through my “Stories in Process” folder and stumbled across it. I am sure it was based on either a writing prompt or a photo prompt. Regardless, I think it’s a cool and mysterious start to something.

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THROWBACK THURSDAY: Psalm 5:3 Poem (September 2020)

Psalm 5:3. 

“In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.” 

Breathing in the morning air.

I lay my requests before you,

Presenting them, lifting them up

To your awaiting ears – confidently, expectantly.

I will wait to hear your voice,

The soft whisper which speaks to my heart.

I am hopeful. I am calm.

My head has been lifted from the pillow,

My words lifted from my mouth,

Rising up like incense, they fall gently on your altar.

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One Line Series – Line 1

Starting a new series where I will post one line from the story I am working on. This will offer myself a challenge to find an appropriate photo to match. Join me in this challenge!

Today’s line:

With a bit of disappointment, she headed down the hill onto the narrow, paved road. 

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Throwback Thursday: SYZYGY (30 word writing prompt 2020)

We are a syzygy –

Connected by experience,

aligned by pain our hearts hold.

Now we float,

in the only realms

we can understand.

Life on earth,

is a distant memory.

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PSALM 130:5 – My Synomatic Version

I wait.

With eagerness and expectation, I wait for the Lord.

I trust in His enduring Word –

In it alone I put my hope.

My soul waits.

My whole being waits.

His help is coming.

I wait.

I watch.

He will rescue me.

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Favorite Paragraph from Chapter 4

I finished Chapter 4 of my novel. Oh, this chapter!

It really has so much of myself in it!

Here is my favorite paragraph from it:

For Evelyn, she was still that teenage girl dishing out a scoop of chocolate ice cream for the dreamy boy who sat at the bar. She piled it high with whipped cream and added sprinkles at no charge. It would take Lawrence three more visits over the next two weeks to gather the courage to finally introduce himself. Only one week after that to ask her if he could walk her home.  Four years later, he would ask her to walk down the aisle.

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Throwback Thursday: CHEERS! (100 Word Story- July 2020)

“Cheers!”

She was the last one to raise her glass and the only one not to take a sip. 

He was the only one who knew why.

He watched her, quietly and uninvited, from across the room. She looked beautiful in the long, fitted, red gown. Her toffee brown hair draped around her shoulders hiding her scarred, yet tantalizing neckline.

She smiled at the gentleman talking to her. Mustering out a fake giggle at something he perceived as witty, she lightly touched his arm.

She turned, locked eyes with the man across the room, and dropped her glass of champagne.

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THROWBACK THURSDAY: A Lesson in Self-Care (2016)

I sat in front of the therapist for the first time by myself. I had gotten to know her well through the many visits I had driven my daughter to. She tried her best to help my daughter, but in the end the Social Anxiety Disorder overtook her and I ended up having to take her for some intake care at a local retreat center.  

Before it got bad enough to take her somewhere, I spent 24 hours a day being her caregiver. Every moment of the day was spent worrying about her and catering to her every need just like a mother would. I gave her everything I had and everything else in the world stopped for me. I was consumed with the duty of making sure she was alright. I was exhausted on every level – emotionally, mentally, physically and even spiritually. 

I thought that when she came home from the center I would feel relief and less stress. However, this was not the case. It just changed forms. I was still on my toes constantly taking care of and overseeing her care. I was so obsessed with her that I completely neglected to take care of myself. 

I had nothing left to give myself. All I had was for her.

Shortly after she returned, I drove her back to the therapist for her first visit since. I was surprised the therapist asked to speak with me afterwards. I sat in the armchair across from her and waited for the update on my daughter. I did receive an update on her, but the update was not at all what I expected. She told me my daughter was worried about me!  

She asked me what I was doing to practice self-care. My response was quite curt to be honest. I asked if she was serious (in a not so nice tone).  I told her how this was not the appropriate time to be thinking about myself. I was angry that she even assumed I had time to do that.

She graciously smiled and reached out her hand, placing it atop of mine. She asked me in her pleasing, calm voice, “how can you possibly take care of your daughter if you aren’t taking care of yourself?”

It was at that point the tears rolled down and there was no stopping them. I listened to her tell me about the importance of self-care and stress to me that if I didn’t practice some form of it, I would actually be doing a disservice to my daughter. She spoke to my heart with those words.

Before this conversation I completely misunderstood self-care. I thought it was selfish. During this conversation, though, I grasped a completely new understanding of what it meant. Self-care was not selfish and if I wanted to be able to help my daughter, I first had to help myself.  

I immediately started practicing self-care. I still had doubts lingering, but I quickly realized how much of a difference it made. I felt tremendously better and was able to serve my daughter better than I ever had.  To be a good caregiver, it is a must that you care for yourself. 

Although it took a difficult experience to grasp an understanding of the importance of self-care, I am extremely grateful for it. 

I am a better giver since learning how to give to myself.

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Fill My Heart

Have you ever heard a line in a movie which instantly touches every fiber of your heart?  For the first time in a long time it happened to me.

We were watching “The Elephant Man” and John Merrick (a.k.a. The Elephant Man) said something that shook every ounce of my being in the kind of loving, convicting way which only the Spirit can do.

He turned to the doctor, his dear friend, and said:

 “My heart is full because I know I am loved.” 

When he spoke this line, tears instantly fell and a painful, spiritual twinge was felt throughout my body. I instantly became aware that my heart was not full and has not been for a while. I could write out all of my speculations as to why, but I don’t think I could give specifics. I only know that it’s been running on fumes – and I am just now aware of it.

For I want you to know how great a struggle I have for you and for those at Laodicea and for all who have not seen me face to face, 2 that their hearts may be encouraged, being knit together in love, to reach all the riches of full assurance of understanding and the knowledge of God’s mystery, which is Christ, 3 in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.” Colossians 2:1-3

I was trying to fill this “emptiness” with some things of this world: Netflix, sports, food . . . way too many iced coffees.  I was trying to pour in gallons of “happiness”, only to burn through it.

It took me until now to learn how fleeting the things of this world really are. Their “liquid“ levels of happiness are not sustainable, only temporary.

“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”  2 Corinthians 4:18

I long to speak with the truth, love and beautiful confidence that John Merrick displayed when he said those words. The fulfillment my heart is craving can only come from the living water – the one who fills me up and lets my cup overflow.

My heart should be full BECAUSE I am loved.

And so begins my journey to fill my heart with the knowledge of who I am in Christ. 

To chase after the same contentment Paul felt as he wrote from within prison.

To daily fill my cup with His presence. 

To discover Biblical joy.

“10 I rejoiced in the Lord greatly that now at length you have revived your concern for me. You were indeed concerned for me, but you had no opportunity. 11 Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. 12 I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. “ Philippians 4:10-12

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Isaiah 40:31 -My Synomatic Version

“but those who hope, trust and wait expectantly in the Lord will renew their strength, regain their strength and find new strength.

I will rise, mount and soar on wings like eagles;

I will run, I will race and not grow weary, tired or winded.

I will walk and not be faint.

I have taken up writing out one verse a day. I like to then look up the verse in various translations, seeing the different words used and then reading the verse with all of them. (It’s almost as if I unintentionally have created a translation.) I have been doing this for a couple weeks now. This morning it was placed on my heart to share these. I pray it speaks loudly to you through the synonyms used in the verse.

I also found myself making these much more personal – more reminders to myself. That is why I have replaced words with “I”, “My” or “Me”. It is my written version of self-preaching. A prayer, if you will.

Please note: The translations taken from vary day to day, so I am not going to list specific ones. Besides that, many of them use the same synonym as another. Just know the words are from different translations and sometimes even a thesaurus.

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THROWBACK THURSDAY: Lucidity (October 2020)

Lucidity is lost,

fading with memories of better times.

She is a fragment of who she was –

a vibrant girl she used to know,

stolen by unexpected grief.

Simple plans have vanished,

She blinks as nothing comes to mind,

but her uninvited reality of darkness.

©Raelyn Pracht 2020

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Psalm 112:8a -My Synomatic Version

My heart is steady, established, upheld, strong, maintained, assured and set firm.

I shall not be afraid.

I shall not fear.

I will not be shaken.

I have taken up writing out one verse a day. I like to then look up the verse in various translations, seeing the different words used and then reading the verse with all of them. (It’s almost as if I unintentionally have created a translation.) I have been doing this for a couple weeks now. This morning it was placed on my heart to share these. I pray it speaks loudly to you through the synonyms used in the verse.

I also found myself making these much more personal – more reminders to myself. That is why I have replaced words with “I”, “My” or “Me”. It is my written version of self-preaching. A prayer, if you will.

Please note: The translations taken from vary day to day, so I am not going to list specific ones. Besides that, many of them use the same synonym as another. Just know the words are from different translations and sometimes even a thesaurus.

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First Paragraph – Chapter One

Here is the the first paragraph of Chapter One of the first ever novel I am working on:

She held her favorite coffee mug between her palms embracing its warmth.  The mug, handmade and painted with what she called a mix of goldenrod and Dijon mustard, was her favorite possession. 

©Raelyn Pracht 2021

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1000 Likes! Thank You!

Yesterday, WordPress alerted me about reaching the 1000 likes milestone. Thank You!

When I first started writing this blog, I had a goal of at least reaching one.

What a blessing to know God has blessed it 1000 times!

On that note, I haven’t written in a while, at least on here.

I have started an adventure in writing my very first novel. With what little free time I have, it is consuming it.

I don’t know where God will take it, but I do feel a deep desire and push to write it.

I will gladly take your prayers and advice for the process.

Thank you again for all your love and support!

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19 Word Writing Prompt: RESTLESS

Restless souls dance beneath the weight of the earth

which smothers them until their last breath dances to Heaven.

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The First Blog Piece I Ever Wrote (April 23, 2016)

WAITING BY THE PHONE

How many of us, both women and men, remember sitting by the phone waiting for that person we liked to call us?  Sometimes, I admit it, I even picked up the receiver to check for a dial tone just to make sure the phone was actually working.  Looking back, it’s funny, albeit, even a little pathetic, to picture ourselves doing such a thing.  The reality is, however, that we still do it.  We still wait by our phones for that phone call … the phone call with the test results we are anxiously awaiting, the phone call that hopefully has a job offer attached, etc.

What about when we are on the other end?  When we call or text someone and wait anxiously for them to pick up or respond?  There is a level of disappointment when the voicemail picks up or the text, or even email, isn’t responded to.

Now, imagine what it must be like for God.  He calls us and waits for us to pick up, to respond, – to answer His call.  I can only imagine how many times we don’t hear “the ring.”  Or worse, we hear the ring, but still don’t answer.  Sometimes, like me, we may even answer the call waiting, putting God and His call on hold.  I did that with this blog.  I knew He wanted me to write it, but I let the other calls of life (mostly distractions) be answered before His.

Many of us are waiting for God’s call.  Be ready to respond and to answer when He does.

Isaiah 6:8 says,  “Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”

©Raelyn Pracht 2016

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Throwback Thursday: Untitled Start (circa 2020)

From wall to wall 

I rise and fall

From day to endless day

It’s just easier that way

The words were scribbled in near frantic handwriting accompanied with  smeared smudges of ink from her tired wrist resting on the pages. Evidence of a tear left its mark in the lower corner. Tara reread the last line over and over again:

It’s just easier that way.

Closing  the lime green journal with her hand-lettered name scrolled artistically across the recycled paper cover, she sunk down onto her bad. Exchanging the journal for a soft, white throw pillow, Tara realized she had no memory of even writing these words. 

© Raelyn Pracht 2020

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THROWBACK THURSDAY: On the Other Side of Easter (Written 2020)

Growing up we had two paintings in my house I can distinctly remember always being there. One was a painting of The Last Supper with Jesus standing up at the table, arms stretched out as if welcoming each disciple, even his betrayer, into them. The other was of an old man, hands folded in prayer, with a cup of wine and a loaf of bread on a wooden table.

As a child I didn’t grasp the full concept of the meanings behind these paintings. I didn’t understand the significance of The Last Supper and really didn’t understand the words Jesus had spoken at that table. The disciples were not much different then I was.

Today we are blessed to be on the other side of Easter. We know the significance of those words. We know what it means to pray like the old man in the painting before partaking in the Lord’s Supper. It is a blessing, an honor, a privilege. Every time that we “take and eat” the bread or “drink from the cup”, we remember Christ’s amazing love for us.

“We are the Easter people and Alleluia is our song” – St. Augustine

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TBT- Halloween Writing Prompt: Bats in the Belfry (50 Words)

Bats in the Belfry,

Hanging and waiting for the bells to chime the midnight hour.

On their peal, they will fly out into the darkness,

disrupting the October night sky.

Silhouettes against the full moon,

Embracing their calling, they loom.

They own the time until the bells call them home.

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On the Other Side of Easter

Growing up we had two paintings in my house I can distinctly remember always being there. One was a painting of The Last Supper with Jesus standing up at the table, arms stretched out as if welcoming each disciple, even his betrayer, into them. The other was of an old man, hands folded in prayer, with a cup of wine and a loaf of bread on a wooden table.

As a child I didn’t grasp the full concept of the meanings behind these paintings. I didn’t understand the significance of The Last Supper and really didn’t understand the words Jesus had spoken at that table. The disciples were not much different then I was.

Today we are blessed to be on the other side of Easter. We know the significance of those words. We know what it means to pray like the old man in the painting before partaking in the Lord’s Supper. It is a blessing, an honor, a privilege. Every time that we “take and eat” the bread or “drink from the cup”, we remember Christ’s amazing love for us.

“We are the Easter people and Alleluia is our song” – St. Augustine

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Throwback Thursday: Lost Soul (2019)

Trapped under heavy thoughts and mindless ramblings, he is submerged.

He navigates unsuccessfully through the intricacies of the subconscious.

Every corner of his mind holds a clue to the mystery he cannot solve.

He is floating, a lost soul on the brainwaves, waiting to be rescued.

Throwback Thursday: The Clock Maker (a start to a short story circa 2020)

The clock he had built himself chimed above his head alerting Henry and his cat of a new hour. Alfie mewed at the sound then curled himself back into a contorted ball. Henry didn’t hear the Westminster chime at all. In fact, it had been hours since he had heard anything including the television he had fallen asleep to and the alert on his phone signaling a reminder to take his medication.

He wouldn’t be able to tell you the last sound he had heard before passing away peacefully in his recliner sometime during the night.  Had he been aware, he would have been grateful for the last sound he heard on earth to have been the chime of the clock he had worked so hard on. 

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