Author Archives: Janelle Delagrange

The Reality of Being Poor

I used to hide my money in my socks. It was maybe the year I turned 10. Young enough to still receive mostly gifts on my birthday but also old enough to begin to marvel at finding $5 bills in a card from my grandma. I received some money that year, and I decided theContinue reading “The Reality of Being Poor”

2016: What Worked & What Certainly Did Not

You may remember back in November when I wrote about my constant eye twitching. I tried to relax a bit, sleep more, and give myself space to rest, but truthfully, none of those things really happened. I had a twitch in my eye up until Christmas Day. Yesterday, I got real with myself. I decidedContinue reading “2016: What Worked & What Certainly Did Not”

The Gospel in Her Face

Before I started writing here and digging deeper into purpose and identity, I spent a lot of time reading blogs. There were a couple that I frequented more than once a week, and I learned about these women and their families. I wanted to live the life they lived. They seemed to have a lotContinue reading “The Gospel in Her Face”

December 5 – Janelle’s A Mess

I went into this year more excited than ever. But right now, I feel like I’m hobbling to whatever finish line we’ve got here. With my hair in a ponytail that resembles a bird’s nest, holding my aching sides, looking around waiting for someone to just grab me a wheelchair. Where is it?! Why hasn’tContinue reading “December 5 – Janelle’s A Mess”

Rally: The Longing for Connection

Nine years ago I sat among my peers talking about life. Our youth group met in our youth pastor’s home, so we were gathered in a circle in their living room. We were talking about seasons of life, and I knew that I needed to share. My pounding heart and twisted gut prompted me. SoContinue reading “Rally: The Longing for Connection”

Retail Therapy & Misplaced Joy

As a fifteen year old, I had a collection of handbags and purses. I bought them all the time, as though “collecting” were the only appropriate way to shop. I had too many to count, and I was rather proud of it. I have always loved shopping. It’s on of my favorite past times. (IContinue reading “Retail Therapy & Misplaced Joy”