Before I had time to think, we were holed up together and uncertain of a time when normalcy would ever return. What a rude awakening. Just days before, I was sitting in a hospital waiting to have a scheduled surgery. My husband and I were watching the news that morning as the virus was beginningContinue reading “Quarantine Diary: Tendons”
Author Archives: Janelle Delagrange
Muscles & Bones
My alarm goes off, and I reach over to silence it. Maybe hit the snooze button a few times. I get up, and begin the trek upstairs to my boys. Sometime in the last few months I’ve noticed something new: my muscles ache and my bones crack in the early morning as I walk upContinue reading “Muscles & Bones”
Steps Toward the Creator
Before I knew what I was doing, I was being who I was. There’s a lot less fear when you are unaware of the effects of living a free life. Not that there are ramifications, but when you are newly free, you aren’t easily jaded by the circumstances you find yourself in. As time goesContinue reading “Steps Toward the Creator”
The Wind
Standing before me is a mountain I have never asked to climb. It isn’t one I want to die on, nor is it one I’d like the world to witness. But lo and behold, here we all are standing before mountains we never asked for and lives we never envisioned, with troubles at every valleyContinue reading “The Wind”
As He Envisioned
Hi, I’m Janelle, and I don’t want to do this. That’s only partly true. I do want to write. I’ve missed writing in this context, and I love just letting words weave together like a garment stitched with care. The truth is, I don’t want to do what I know I should. (Welcome to life,Continue reading “As He Envisioned”
Walking in the Fields
Feet on the ground. My feet are on the ground, and it’s a moment where I wish they weren’t. The perspective from right here sucks. I see you all plowing, planting, and fertilizing the soil under your own feet, and I don’t know what kind of fruit you’re looking to produce. I don’t even knowContinue reading “Walking in the Fields”
A Word from the Cement
The pit is where we find Him. I imagine it’s where He likes to pace, anticipating our fall into depths of pain and ache that find no solace other than the dank cement under our feet. It isn’t that we hit the bottom with a thud. No, it’s that we climb down there to findContinue reading “A Word from the Cement”
