(This page was last updated on June 26, 2022.)
Hello! Thank you for visiting my blog and swinging by my “About Me” page. This blog is primarily about two things: my life, in general, and my faith journey.
So… about me….
My name is Rachel. I’ve been married to Tim since December 2005. I’m a dog mom to a seven(ish)-year-old rescued Pittie named Jaxx. We live in the farming/prairie region of south Puget Sound in Thurston County. Our property is on 4.5 acres about 18 miles from Olympia and 70 miles south of Seattle. Mt. Rainier towers over the area where we live, and it’s always a thrill when “the mountain is out!” We are beginning our journey as small-time farmers, so stay tuned for that! We began a small farming operation in Spring 2022 to grow some of own own food, but had to scale back our plans this year due to illness I have been dealing with.
I live with chronic pain, having poorly controlled Rheumatoid (or Psoriatic) Arthritis – my doctors can’t decide which one I have. I also have pseudo-gout, terrible knees, and some other issues that sometimes limit my mobility and take me to dark, dark places mentally.
Religiously, I have been on a life-long journey and presently find myself very theologically conservative. Faith, and seeking God, has been a focus of mine since I was in my early 20s. Honestly, I sometimes wish it wasn’t so important to me, but it is. Connecting deeper with God has been the goal, and it has taken me down some very different roads.
I was raised non-denominational Christian in a teeny-tiny country church before we stopped going when I was in my early teens. I converted to Roman Catholicism in 2006 in order to marry Tim, but we left Catholicism in 2009 for Protestantism (specifically, United Methodism) because of the sex abuse scandal that left us sick and disgusted. I then left Christianity completely in 2014, and began practicing Judaism in 2015. I officially converted to Judaism via Reform Judaism but through a Reconstructionist rabbi in 2017 after living as a Jew for two years. I thought I had found my “spiritual home” in Judaism and threw myself into it, and while I was satisfied in Judaism for a while, I became really frustrated with the religion itself and disillusioned with my religious community during the pandemic. I went from happy and satisfied to miserable and feeling like God was so, so very far out of my reach. I felt like I was pretending because Hebrew wasn’t my language and these holidays weren’t what I celebrated while growing up and didn’t have any real connection to, emotional or otherwise.
And then, out of nowhere (but really somewhere because He was there all along), Jesus came knocking. Through some deeply personal, private experiences that occurred during 2020/2021, I realized that I made a lot of poor choices based on my anger at Christians in general. Because of the disgusting, completely misguided support of Trump (an opinion that is not up for debate and is a hill I will die on) from so many Christians, coupled with my admitted complete lack of actually knowing WHO Jesus is (fact: I had never even read the New Testament), I not only rejected the religion but Jesus Christ. I have since realized that I will never be happy living Jewishly as it’s not the faith in which I was raised, always felt foreign to me, and it was never a “fit” but an escape. I am no longer Jewish.
After quietly accepting that my home was, in fact, in Christ during early 2021, I returned to Christianity via Catholicism that fall, repented of my apostasy, and began to explore life as a new, “born again” Christian. I quickly remembered the many issues I have with Rome, though, and decided that, although I came back to Christ through Catholicism, that was decidedly not where He was calling me to be. My theology is predominantly Wesleyan in nature, with a hint of Anabaptist theology thrown in for good measure. My search for theologically conservative Wesleyanism led me the Church of the Nazarene. I have since found the most fantastic church with pastors who preach a convicting message and the most warm, welcoming, prayerful, and worshipful congregation. I have a long way to go but righting my wrongs, correcting my mistakes, and above all, loving Jesus, is my goal.