Rachel Hill

Rachel Hill

Deacon

Life Story

I learned about the Lord growing up, but my eyes were not opened to the truths of the gospel until high school. When a friend began telling me about what it meant to be saved, I was intrigued and began attending church. Over the next months, the Lord opened my eyes, and I accepted Him as Lord and Savior. When I first trusted in the Lord for my salvation, I still thought that my works had something to do with it. The Lord ultimately taught me that genuine faith leads to good works but good works without faith are dead.

I met my husband, Brent, in high school, and the Lord worked tremendously in my heart during that time to teach me what it is like to have an eternal viewpoint. Brent has cystic fibrosis, a genetic disease that affects many body systems but particularly his lungs. He was hospitalized multiple times throughout high school, and I saw first-hand what it was like to suffer well, fight for life and view this life through eternal lenses. On the way home from visiting him one of these times, I was mourning how his life looked. So much suffering. So many treatments simply in an effort to decline more slowly and experience more life. I cried out to God and told Him that I didn’t think it was fair. He spoke to my heart in that moment, telling me that I didn’t want fair. Brent is a son of the King, and that is so much better than fair. Whatever this life would bring, fairness would never be something we’d want to fight for. To this day, I’m thankful that the Lord ministers to us in our heartache, through tears and anger, and that His truths never change.

My college years were spiritually marked by a Bible study that showed me what it looked like to dive deep into the Word and how fun it could be to do this with other believers who were passionate and excited about God’s Word and His mission.

Brent and I got married toward the end of college and moved to Texas right after graduation for additional schooling for me and a job for Brent. We quickly got plugged into The Village Church and joined a Home Group; that would again prove to be a huge season of growth for us. We learned what deep gospel-centered community looked like—fellowship, confession, honesty, freedom, tears and laughter.

We later started our own Home Group and began the process of adopting through foster care. After a season of stability, my husband’s health started to take a downturn in the midst of the hard work of adoption (which was already rocking my world!), bringing me to my knees and exposing more and more of my heart issues. This has been and continues to be the most significant season of growth for me. I have fought for joy and contentment in the middle of brokenness and hurt. I’ve fought against the lies that try to take root in my heart. I’ve surrounded myself with sisters who speak truth into my life and am eager to return this favor of listening and seeking in the hard seasons of illness and suffering.

Hope for The Village Church

My hope for The Village is that we would be a people that faithfully makes disciples by speaking truth and walking faithfully through hard things and hard seasons. Anything good in us is a good gift from Him, and I pray that He would be on display through our lives, day by day and season by season.