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Rachelle Rea Cobb

make your words work for you

Author & Editor

… and voracious reader.

Fan of chai and lemonade

(though certainly not together).

author & Editor

Meet Rachelle

If you’re a writer or blogger who wants to better wield your words, you’re in the right place.

As a freelance editor, I’m here to help you make your words work for you. Need help with an editing project?

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I also write historical romances because I’m a sucker for a good love story!

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Follow the Dawn

Will these two hearts—the battle-scarred and the broken—ever find true freedom?

Anna Emory grew up the invisible younger sister, shy and quiet, and she prefers it that way. But her father’s attempts to arrange an unsavory marriage teach her that courage is sometimes found in adversity. Then she meets a boy and his father who tip her quiet world upside down.

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Our family looks ahead to this January day with mi Our family looks ahead to this January day with mingled grief and hope.

Today is ten years since my grandpa went Home to heaven, on my grandparent’s 45th wedding anniversary. Ten years. The world is poorer without him.

His passing was my first experience with grief. I was 19 and a sophomore in college.

He was an Air Force vet, a dedicated saver, a committed family man who made my grandma smile like no other, and a great grandpa. Willing to go make a grocery store run on a whim so I could bake cookies. Intent on teaching us that hard work and love can lead to a great life.

I can still smell the woodsy scent of his flannel checkered shirts, feel the scruff on his cheek, hear his voice.

How I would have loved to introduce him to his grandson-in-law, who is uncannily so like him. I missed him on our wedding day, so I carried his picture in my bouquet.

Most of all, I would have loved to introduce him to his great-granddaughter whom we affectionately call our Rosebud, the name he gave me when I was little.

But instead on this day, I’ll remember all he taught me about love and honor. See you in the Morning, Grandpa.
One year ago today, we celebrated making it to the One year ago today, we celebrated making it to the third trimester. God is gracious.
Dear Rosalie, I caught you eating a post-it note Dear Rosalie,

I caught you eating a post-it note the other day. As I rescued it from your mouth, I shook my head and told you you’re a lot like me. 

You love books and paper, fruit, clutter-free surfaces (or at least it seems that way when you pull everything off the couch!), freshly clean laundry, music, and when Daddy comes home.

But I just want to write you a little note to tell you it’s okay if you’re not much more like me at all. I can’t wait to see your beautiful personality bloom as you grow, our little Rosebud. You’re such a gift.

As you grow bigger and stronger, I can start to see more willfulness in you and I pray you let the Lord mold that into a fierce strength that protects others and also stands up for yourself. I can start to see a caring spirit in you as you take care of your toys or snuggle into me, and I pray you let the Lord mold that into a gentleness that whispers to the world of His Spirit’s healing touch. And I can start to see some unmistakeable firstborn-daughter traits like precision and type-A-ness busting through, too, and I pray you let the Lord lead you to use those skills for good—and remember that relaxing a little is good, too.

I’m so thankful for you. So blessed to be your mommy.

Happy 9 months, dear Rosebud.

#LetterstoRosalie
Hi, my name is Rosalie and I’m 39 weeks old toda Hi, my name is Rosalie and I’m 39 weeks old today! 

This week, I learned how to give kisses and drink from a straw cup. I also finally made my gingerbread house (with help) because better late than never, right?

 I still clap for everybody all the time. I’m a born encourager. And Mommy and Daddy bought me a new toy, a tunnel! I’m obsessed!

I play hard all day long, sometimes lapping the living room and kitchen with extra energy! But at bedtime I am the sweetest, because I love when Daddy reads my Bible story and then we tuck me in and I lay my head on Mommy’s shoulder like, “Good day, guys. Let’s do this again tomorrow.”

#LettersfromRosalie
Hi, my name is Rosalie and I’m 38 weeks old toda Hi, my name is Rosalie and I’m 38 weeks old today! 

This week, I learned I’m terrified of the Instant Pot quick-release. But it’s not my fault, Mommy shrieked the first time, too! What I am a fan of? Laundry baskets. And bath time! With Daddy and toys, of course.

Also, I gave Mommy a thumbs up this week and she was so excited, I decided not to do it again for a while. 😉 #LettersfromRosalie
Hi, my name is Rosalie and I’m 37 weeks old toda Hi, my name is Rosalie and I’m 37 weeks old today! Happy New Year! I rang in the New Year  sound asleep, despite the many fireworks (thank the Lord for sound machines!).

I am jumping into January with lots of giggles and smiles. I carry my toy doughnut almost everywhere now (around the house, in the car seat and stroller, and even sometimes into the crib!). Other favorites include my Rudolph-in-a-box, lint roller, and crinkly water bottles (bonus points if there is water still left inside!).

This week I started stepping between furniture, but no hands-free fun just yet! 

#LettersfromRosalie
This came in the mail today! Devin and I are looki This came in the mail today! Devin and I are looking forward to reading it together. Fittingly, the baby wipes photobombed. #FridayReads
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