It seems unnatural to go dark when everyone, including me, has a platform. What a weird time in the world, right? (And let us all note the irony, considering I am here, right now, standing on a platform talking about something.) I get overwhelmed by American Christianity pretty easily. Actually, it’s the Christianity of women […]
Author Archives: Janelle Delagrange
The Gracious Word
Given the right space and time, I’d like to think that I am capable of just about anything. But often, there isn’t enough space, nor enough time to do what I would like to. It’s like the house I live in now–every inch used up, with no excess. It’s how my mind feels these days, […]
Behind & Before
Starting is the hardest part. The unknown frustrates me. The fear is tempted to spread like wildfire. I’m tempted to run. If we’ve ever had a lengthy conversation, you’ll know that I am a processor. I never respond without thought. I almost always keep my opinion to myself unless it’s warranted, and I feel safe […]
She Is Me & I Am Her
Before I knew her, I wasn’t sure of her. She was brave and free, and I was not. I was uncertain, cautious, and questioning. No, I am those things, still. And yet, she is me, too–the version of myself that walks down a path that not many trek with the wind at her back and the […]
In the Flames
I realized in middle school that I really loved giving speeches. So imagine how tickled I was when I found out my freshman year, I was required to take a speech class. Don’t get me wrong–part of me actually hated having to get in front of my peers and talk about things I only sort […]
Running Races You Weren’t Meant to Run
There was once a time in my life where I fretted incessantly about being someone I am not. It was yesterday. Truth be told, this time of fretting comes almost everyday until I mute it within my own mind or beat it out of my thoughts with the nuggets of truth I try hard to […]
What It Isn’t
Sometimes I wonder what people would say about us if they lived like a fly on the wall in our house, watching our everyday. I quickly realize I’m better off not knowing. Our home is my safest place, which means, it’s where I can be my ugliest. Sure, the no make-up, hair a mess, wearing-baby-puke-as-an-accessory […]
