Racheal

Each time I see your name,
I’m fascinated by the visual message
in the way your mother chose to spell your name.
Does it become visible to you as well?

In reading and observing gift items with names upon them,
I’ve known for awhile that your name means “lamb.”
As I looked at your name and broke it down,
two images came forth.

“Rac” could be close to “rack,”
which has been attributed many uses and definitions.
Its root associations relate meanings of “thorn” or “stubble.”
As a noun, it can mean “a cause of anguish or pain; acute suffering.”
As a verb, it conveys the meaning of
“to stretch or strain violently; to become forced out of shape.”
Much like the ancient torture tool,
“rack” is a word which simply conveys “pain.”

Then, comes the second part of your name, “heal.” What a splendor!
The definitions pour forth serenity:
“whole; to make sound or whole; to restore to health; mend; to patch up;
to restore to original purity or integrity.”
The “thorn,” the “cause of anguish…,” the forceful stretching—
ALL are taken away, as healing comes!

All that, packaged simply into your name!
No wonder your name itself has been given the meaning of “lamb.”!
Jesus…called the “Lamb of God” and “the Lamb who was slain”—
through His anguish and violently straining death,
brought about the healing available to us all!

You have a name which summarizes our Daddy’s entire plan
in coming to us as His Son, Jesus…
an innocent lamb, born to become a spotless sacrifice
for you and I…and the whole world!

May the pains of your own life find their healing
in this One who loves you so immensely.
May His comfort and restoration to you
spill over to those with whom you contact…
that they, by being acquainted with His lamb, Racheal,
might also come to know “the Lamb who was slain” for them!

©1995 Kat Kreations/Kathi Isbell

This was written for a friend I met during a summer week at a church camp.ShepherdLamb

Greiner at Bat

It was during an afternoon ball game,
The sun was a bright yellow flame;
When “mighty” Steve Greiner stepped up to bat,
The crowd looked on from where they satlong-hair-baseball-player
The ball he tossed like a shiny new dime
And swung his bat at the right time.
He hit the softball with so much power
It seemed to fly for nearly an hour.
Directly to Kathi the softball flew;
But the bright shining sun blinded her view.
So now it’s known that “mighty” Greiner
Gave Isbell a left-eye shiner.

©1980 Kat Kreations/Kathi Isbell

This piece as written at the start of a summer after a week of church camp during which I received a black eye during a softball game.  ‘Reached up to catch a pop fly just as the sun shone over the top of my mitt, right into my eyes.  I missed catching the ball in the mitt and caught it in my left eye!  LAST time I’ve ever played right field!

(No, the photo is not of Greiner really … but those of you who know him or have ever met him know it could pass fairly closely!)  😉