Janelle Delagrange

Blades of Grass

A thunderstorm rumbles above me. The ground is thirsty; the grass has turned a hard brown and crunches beneath your feet. It has been too long for the rain. I can only imagine how the blades will be revived in the morning in the morning dew. In Indiana, the first sounds of a lawnmower signalContinue reading “Blades of Grass”

Show Up

You know, for a brief moment in my life, I wanted to study journalism. I was down at the J School in Bloomington, Indiana, and I was sitting in an Intro to Journalism class. And I was surrounded by excited people. This kid who sat next me was jazzed. Like, chatting up a storm withContinue reading “Show Up”

Gather Me Up

Today, I feel like I’m not enough for the Lord. As though I dragged my feet before His and just fell into the dirt. My hair is a mess. My legs are tired from chasing kids. My mind is elsewhere. I made it here, but I don’t feel like I’m really here. I get huffyContinue reading “Gather Me Up”

Finding the Moment

The home I’ve raised my boys in is only a couple of miles from where I grew up. I know the area like the back of my hand. Our house is only a block away from where my grandma used to live. Sometimes I close my eyes and try my hardest to see if IContinue reading “Finding the Moment”

Great Because I Am

A couple of weeks ago, I went to Bible study at our church for the summer session. We were looking over Proverbs 31. You know, that passage. The one about the “perfect” woman. It was such a great discussion. And it was also a hard one. That Proverbs 31 woman! She seems untouchable. And inContinue reading “Great Because I Am”

In the Trenches

It was a rainy day. I watched over the balcony as the rain fell over the mountains, and I looked down at the exact door I walked through over five years ago on our honeymoon. We had a perfect view of the room we stayed in. It felt a little surreal to see it fromContinue reading “In the Trenches”

Routines and Chaos

My husband, Evan, tends to have a lot more patience than I do when it comes to our kids. Maybe it’s because he works during the day while I spend all my time corralling their tempers and squeals of happiness. Or maybe it’s just because my patience isn’t as thick as his. Regardless, Evan reelsContinue reading “Routines and Chaos”