Meet Ronne

Hi there, love. I’m glad you’re here.
We’re in this together, and I am for you.

I offer hope for you, my purpose-weary warrior, and help you see God’s absolute delight in your design. I walk and keep walking. Cheer and keep cheering. You see, I believe that you are hand-crafted by God for a life that is rich and vibrant and filled with stories. That’s why I invest, and dive deep to remind you of how beautifully you are formed. Consider our time together an ongoing conversation about life and love and what a powerful thing it is to be fully human, and yet still the image and likeness of our Creator. I cherish most the stories that I witness being written in the lives of women with the power to restore the breaches around them. God holds the pen in those stories, “That one—I hold her. And that one—she is My delight. And that one—never snatched away.” I share those stories with you—because those stories will be your story too, and I can’t wait to celebrate your story with the world.

I am a mouthpiece of celebration for women. Redemption is our theme.

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Discovering your “why” might seem an overwhelming task. But here’s a beautiful thing—your life itself is filled with hints to your purpose and place. That divine calling is far more than a job you might hold. It’s the way God Himself has crafted you to love and serve others well—at home, at work, in your community, and around the world.

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JUNE 16. IT'S A DATE.⁠
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There have been so many dates that have linked arms with the words in this book. In 2013, I wrote a mock obituary and said I was an author who often spoke to women about the power of forgiveness, grace, and divine restoration. There was nothing true about that statement at the time. Two years passed before I thought about writing some stories featuring women I had met around the world. Two more years passed before I realized those women had changed me—and there was a greater story to tell about the power of God's design.⁠
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Now, One Woman Can Change the World is quietly shining on Amazon and ChristianBooks.com. There's still much to be done to get perks and devotionals and such ready for those of you who pre-order the book, but right now I've got to take a pause just to say "thank you" to the women (you know who you are), to the team at @RevellBooks and my family at @orphanoutreach, to the ones who kept cheering, to the few who kept my head lifted, to the sages with their comforting words, to the prayer warriors who always raise the banner high, and to Miss Mary in Eden, Jamaica.⁠
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One Woman Can Change the World: Reclaiming Your God-Designed Influence and Impact Right Where You Are. June 16th. It's a date. Holy wow.⁠ The link is in my bio, if you’d like to peek or pre-order.
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#AmWriting #CelebrateOneWoman #HopeWriters #HopeWriterLife #RedbudWriters #RiseUpWriters #OneWomanCanChangeTheWorld #Author #WritingCommunity #Writing #NonFiction #Redemption #Restoration

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HE FIGHTS FOR HIS DAUGHTERS.

When I think about Ally, the image imprinted in my mind is of her on the floor at a government home for teen girls rescued from sexual exploitation, holding a young mom as they both wept. It was our first time to do ministry there, and the days were raw and ragged for those who knew the reality of abuse, neglect, self-harm, and shame. We told our stories, we prayed, we carried the weight. And a fire was kindled in Ally.

We've returned to the home time and time again, like warriors of relentless hope. And Alli spent her summer pouring out and pouring into the young women. Now a junior in college, her heart is set on serving the marginalized and traumatized—all because of that moment years ago. We met for coffee and a good honest conversation about both the promise and the pain of loving others. We long to see the redemption. We long to see God move.

This summer, Ally did. As she held yet one more young mom, God spoke. Literally. "I heard a voice. He said he wanted to be my Father." The young woman shared in detail what the voice had told her about love and belonging. Ally had cried out to God in English for Him to show Himself. The girl didn't understand Ally’s words. She heard a man's voice in Spanish. "I want what the voice said. I want Him to be my Father." The young woman was the first of 19 Ally would baptize as they embraced the love of the Father. The watercolor painting was her encouragement to me to keep praying, to keep returning.

Él lucha para sus hijas.

He fights for His daughters.

In the midst of a world ravaged and torn, He fights. In the midst of the heartbreak, He fights. Even today, no matter where we are, no matter the road we walk, He fights.

We will see the redemption. We will see God move.

Where have you seen God move? Share your story with me, so that I may see Him too.

#AmWriting #HopeWriters #RedbudWriters #HopeWriterLife #RiseUpWriters #CelebrateOneWoman #Testimony #GodisHere #Redemption #Hope #Guatemala #Prayer #VoiceofGod #Salvation #Restoration #FatherGod

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I give thanks for you, love.

The reasons are like a picture book—image after image after image of who you are and what you mean to me. The stories are precious and real and flawed and perfect, and every story gives way to prayers that there will be so many more.

Let's add pages to the picture book. Images of laughter and of tears, of steadfast focus on roads so long. Let's add stories of coming to the rescue and standing up for good and long conversations about everything that matters and moments when no words are needed at all. Every story added to the book is a chapter in God's greater story—not one word He writes will be edited. His story begins and ends with 'I love you.' It begins and ends with Christ.

He loves us, friend. And He loves how we love.

Let's make new albums and give them away so they may be filled up with images and stories, so that love will grow and Heaven will enlarge. Let's sit with the ones struggling to see the story at all, and uncover hidden pictures of hope. Let's be patient with the ones afraid to share the images, and point out the divinity in them.

Let's be kind to the ones who deny the stories are real.
For the days you and I have here together, let's keep adding pictures. For the days we are here, let's keep giving thanks for the stories, never afraid to let them be written, always grateful for the love inside even the hardest and most hopeful words.

Remember, we are ALL Hope*Writers.
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The words of John 3:16 might be some of the most memorized in the Bible. There are few Christians who can’t quickly recite the bold promise of God to save all who believe in Him and the sacrifice He was willing to make to seal that promise.

It was on a mission trip to Guatemala that both the sacrifice and promise took on a whole new meaning for me and the mission team serving young women who had been rescued from sexual abuse and exploitation. Over breakfast, we talked about the power of redemption and our responsibility to pray, to serve, and to advocate for the girls.

But that morning, John 3:16 became a battle cry for an even greater restoration.

I was struck with the ache not only for the souls we knew who had been ravaged but for the ravagers as well. “He gave His only son…” The same Jesus who died for the oppressed died for their oppressors. The same love offered to the victims is offered to the ones who harmed them. “…that whoever believes…” Whoever. Wherever. Whatever had happened. “…receives eternal life.” The same eternal life held out as a gift for the bruised and the bleeding is held out to those who do the damage. Redemption—given to the ones who feel the pain. Redemption—given to the ones who inflict it. Redemption—offered to every single broken and vulnerable soul.

Those who we believe don’t have the right to heaven deserve it as much as those who are abused and neglected—because Heaven is not a thing to be earned but a gift to be given. God gave, and Jesus was oppressed and rejected and beaten and whipped and crucified for the whole world. Love was born again for the whole world.

That morning, the mission team called out the names of the young women. And we prayed for their oppressors. We said, “I believe one deserves heaven as much as the other.” And we prayed for them all. We prayed for hearts to be awakened to the Gospel, and lives to be changed because of it. We prayed for new life to come to countries and systems and programs and families.

We prayed for salvation in all its forms.

Today, I’m praying for the abused and the abusers. Today, I’m praying and praying for each and every whosoever. Join me?

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Hi. I'm Ronne Rock, and I'm a Hope*Writer.

Here’s a little confession, though. I’m not in this for just the words on paper. I’ve tried writing for the sake of writing, and I’ve learned from it that there are plenty of things you and I are capable of doing that aren’t necessarily the things we are designed to do. I’m capable of writing about anything and everything. But…

To me, writing is a passion, a creative expression, a form of worship. Words are paintbrushes and arrows and safe arrivals. No, my goal has never been to just be a writer. Instead, my writing is a trusted friend who knows what to say as I pursue the goal of you.

Yes, you.

I wrote once that the 20s don't last, and that's a good thing. They're replaced by the 30s and then the 40s and then the...you get the idea. Each decade brings with it new fragility—and God's fresh mercy and grace. Oh, that grace. It's the good stuff that keeps the life in each of us, no matter our age. There really is no such thing as “young and dumb” or “no, boomer” in a world marked by hope.

You who see the decades ahead of you as ominous and foreboding, take a breath. You who see the decades behind you as missed opportunities, breathe too. I’ve got you, sweet purpose-weary warrior.

Embrace the time as it progresses, and watch God redeem the time missed and the time not yet seen.

Your time here is worthy. And we're in this together. If you need prayer, I'm here. If you need a listening ear or a bony but strong shoulder, I've got both.

I'm addicted to hope. And that's why I'm a Hope*Writer. I’m on my way to the Hope*Writers Conference. And that’s a lovely thing.

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WORDS TO REMEMBER. PRAYERS TO BORROW.

Today, remember this. He is building you.

Yes, you with the days imperfect and you with the longings for more or less or just ever-so-slightly different. You with the days that stand their ground and demand your full attention, you with the nights that promise rest but rarely give it. Yes, He is building you. The Master Builder is taking every stone from the road you are walking, and He is stacking them perfectly, one by one. He is creating new rooms in your heart for love to find its place. He is crafting the watchtowers where wisdom posts guard, and He is smoothing away rough edges to offer gentle sanctuary. There are gardens and there are wellsprings and there is a breeze that fills your lungs. Oh, He is building you, love. And you are beautiful.

Not sure how to pray today? I’ll share mine: Thank You, ever-present Lord, for tenderly guiding me even when I am not reaching for Your hand. Thank You for strengthening me even when I am not waiting for Your breath to catch mine. Thank You for the wisdom You provide even when the days demand I simply keep going with only a whispered, "Please be here." Thank You for understanding the blur and the rush and the trying to respond when reaction seems the easiest thing. And thank You for being there as I fall headlong into Your arms. Thank You for the embrace, thank You for the rest.

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Ronne is a regular contributor for Orange Leaders and QARA.

You'll also find her articles at The Redbud Post, The Mudroom, Scraping Raisins, Huffpost, and more.

Ronne is a member of Hope*Writers and Redbud Writers Guild.

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Hi there, love. I’m glad you’re here. We’re in this together, and I am for you.

Here’s God-designed hope for Christmas!

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Hope, love, joy, peace. All for you.

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Hi there, love. I’m glad you’re here.
We’re in this together, and I am for you.

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