Rachel Hamilton

Author | Writer | Traveler | Child of God | Kiwi Girl


To One Afraid To Stand Out.

To the one who is afraid to stand out. So afraid that you’ll say the wrong thing. Darling, you will say the wrong thing sometimes, and that’s ok. There will always be someone more talented than you, braver than you but no one can ever be you. You can never be replaced. Don’t lose heart.

Growing up I was the girl that was unbelievably shy, I wasn’t adventurous, I struggled to communicate. I couldn’t connect with people on a deep level because I was so afraid to show the real me. I went through most of my childhood feeling disconnected. I felt broken inside, I couldn’t imagine that God could use me in any way. I used to spend hours praying that God would change me, make me anyone but me.

God did not answer that prayer. He said he was going to use me, insecurities and all.

He took the shy girl, the girl who didn’t want to stand out and placed me on a mountain top. He turned my pain into tools to reach those around me.

God continues to teach me to embrace the lonely road, to not be afraid to speak up, stand out.

Life gets better.

Sweet friend, God has wonderful plans for your life.

Please keep being you.

You are brave, destined for greatness.





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This Moment. 

Just over 2 months until I step foot in Uganda Africa. 

So many nights I lie in bed, overwhelmed at the thought my dream is coming true. 

Tonight I am so tired from working a 10 day shift,  work is busy.

I remind myself it will all be worth it. 

Every dollar counts, every dollar means I hug, care for and love a beautiful baby.

Each day I cross one more job off my “Watoto preparation list.” 

I am so blessed to be given this time, this season in my life when I can pack up and go on life changing adventures. 

Singleness can beautiful if we allow God to use it.

I can live in the moment and give 100% of myself to what God has called me to do. 

I must not miss out on this wonderful time by wishing for things I do not have. 

To love and cherish this moment, this stage of life must be my goal. 

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Redirection Not Rejection

Do you have a dream to reach people online, be part of a ministry, write a book, blog.

I want to talk to you.

4 years ago I wanted to be part of a ministry. I wanted to write articles, blog and be part of amazing organizations I saw on social media. So I contacted ministries who were looking for people and writers.

I sent wrote and sent articles. But I always fell short. I received emails saying my writing did not meet their guidelines.

Then there was my spelling and grammar, I’m that annoying person who struggles with knowing the difference between your and you’re.

Sometimes I didn’t even get an email back.

I was so disheartened.

But God was speaking to my heart, create your own platform, reach people from where you are.

Ummm but God…..

“Step out in faith”


So August 2012 I created an online ministry, to encourage those waiting on God.

4 years on, God has given me the amazing privilege of reaching over 30,000 people a day, through Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and my blog.

My posts may not be the most polished, well-written words, but God is using me, incorrect grammar, shortcomings and all.

Maybe God is asking you to step out in faith, maybe those rejections are pointing you to do something you never dreamed of.

God sees your willing heart and he WILL use you!!

He honors the willing heart.


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Next Stop Africa

As I prepare to move to Uganda in December this song holds so much meaning.
So many moments in my life are adding up to the moment I step foot in Africa.
Years of nannying and childcare will help me care for these darling babies.
Years of dreaming about Africa and feeling God’s quiet voice say “I’m sending you to Africa just not yet.”
I can’t believe this desire of my heart is coming true.
Even the smallest details God has taken care of.
Everything is falling into place, God is providing for all my needs.
A chance meeting on Instagram connected me to a girl who is going to volunteer at Watoto the same time as me.
Did God do that? I know he did.
Airfares cheaper than I thought they would be.
God at work again.
Truly overwhelmed by God’s faithfulness.
Friend, God sees the desires of your heart and he is faithful.
He cares about the smallest details.
Even the sparrow knows, He holds tomorrow.

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I pray you are not ashamed of the real you.

I love genuine people comfortable with their own crazy.

Daily I am falling deeper in love with my crazy.

Some people are not going to get you, but darling trust me, someone is praying for someone like you.

The older I get, the more I am embracing the things that make me, me.

We dont have to justify who we are to anyone.

God has made you to stand out and shine, and darling you do it so well.

Keep shining, your uniquness is wonderful.

Please dont believe the lies that you have to change to loved, wanted, chossen.

Christ created you as a one off work of art with such a great price.

Darling your crazy makes me me smile, I love it.








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Online Friendships

For the past three years I have run an online ministry. I have had the huge honour of reaching 1000s of people on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Receiving hundreds of emails, becoming  friends with people all over the world.

The friendships I have made through my social media ministry are not random. God has handpicked each one of you to be my friend.

So much kindness you have shown to me.

All the love and support I recived from you all, when I published my first book.

The year I was very sick and found out I have Rheumatoid arthritis, you lifted my head and give me strength through your kind words and support.

When I share  personal things from my heart, I receive such wonderful messages saying how much my honesty meant to you.

So thank you, with all my heart for your kindness and support theses past years.

Maybe you are reading this and you haven’t been friends with me very long.

I am so thankful we have become friends and I look forward to the years to come.

My friends, I treasure you. ❤️

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That’s how I feel. Unable to give encouragement and support to those around who I love so dearly.

Unworthy to be thought of as someone great. I am no woman of faith. I want to strengthen those around me but I feel I have nothing to give.

So I hide away, keep the struggle to myself.

God can’t use me in my broken place, people want to hear words of comfort, words of hope, they can’t see me like this.

I have so many beautiful hurting friends they need me, I can’t be fragile like this.

I hate how my pain has overwhelmed me.

I hear people tell me to be a witness, do my part to bring God’s hope.

I have failed.

I am a wretched mess on the ground.

Jesus, help me see that in this broken place you can use me.

Lift my heavy shoulders and help me see the light.

Hold those who I can not hold right now with your love.

Let me understand that in my weakness you shine brightest.

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Trust Issues


I blame you for not stepping in. I shouldn’t but I hold you responsible for my pain.

I’m sorry.

Deep down I know that you are the one that holds me in the darkest hours.

You helped me up when the abuse left me a shaking mess on the floor.

You held me when the shame of my kindness and love was rejected by the one not worthy of it.

Please understand I don’t like this  chasm my trust issues have created between us.

I’m trying to build a bridge.

This darkness holds me apart from your loving arms.

I read my bible but the  words can’t penetrate the wall I have built.

But thank you, Jesus my hope and peace is that you understand how I feel, you felt rejected you when you hung on the cross.

You understand that pain makes us hurt the ones that love us the most because we know they will care enough to come after us.

I see you destroying chains of pain that hold me back.

Words can’t describe how thankful I am for a God who understands my feelings when I can’t understand myself.


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Little Girl.

So cute, her face bright with innocence, she pulled at my hand begging to show me something special, we did not speak the same language but we shared an understanding.

Her short brown hair, her cheeky grin, I saw me, the little girl with boundless energy.

We were visiting one of the prevention homes, places where children come if they are at risk of being forced into slavery and sexual exploitation.

This beautiful angel was protected from such evil, praise God for that.

Her eyes so alive, her heart so undamaged.

We sat on a blanket in the sun and she began creating me a feast of plastic food.

My heart rejoiced as I covered my pretend pizza in imaginary tomato sauce.

This was so pure and right, a child free to be a child.

This beautiful girl has become my motivation, my inspiration.

I want to do my part to see children run in fields of freedom, to protect and nurture innocence.

I pray with all my heart that I always do my part.

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She sit under a tree and thinks about him.

How her heart skips a beat every time he says her name.

His love is pure and unending.

She remembers the first time he held her hand, so gentle, so kind.

But like a selfish child she often turns away, pretending he is not there, searching for his face in those around her, those who give her false attention.

She sees the couples sitting around her holding plastic valentine roses, the girls blushing with joy.

If he truly loved her he would give her flowers, why is she the only one with empty hands.

So she doubts his love, questions his goodness.

Hours pass, those around her pack up and leave, she is left alone feeling so forgotten so unloved.

Then she sees him, his face more handsome than she remembered, his eyes so understanding,

“My darling” he whispers “I know you have waited so long, I know you almost give up hope, I know you doubted my love, but I was preparing wonderful things for you.”

I did not give you a plastic flower because I was planting a rose garden for you.

“You worth is so great that I wanted to give you the very best.”

And as he gathered her up in his arms, she whispered his name “Jesus”.