I remember a day not too long ago when I felt like the world was falling all around us. We were in the beginning days of my husband working for himself, and I was skating on thin ice when it came to emotion and faith. I doubted a lot, and I was fearful most times.Continue reading “Riches: Looking Back”
Author Archives: Janelle Delagrange
Bloody Sunday
Sunday morning, I woke up, fed my kids, turned on the TV. Wild Kratts was on PBS Kids, and I left it on for them so I could get ready for church. Evan eventually turned on the news, and I was stopped by the breaking news report. I watched for 15 minutes, hearing the newsContinue reading “Bloody Sunday”
Some Days
Okay, today: rough. I’m talking, I-might-be-throwing-tantrums-with-my-kids rough, because goodness. It is hard to love your kids when they want to defy your authority, begin climbing on top of everything (FINN), talk back, ask the question “Why?” 50+ times a day, or just want a whole lot of energy from me. Some days I just longContinue reading “Some Days”
The Birds
I like to think of her as a bird. Not like The Notebook portrays it. (“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird!”) A bird that floats with the wind, wings spread, strong in her wingspan, but graceful as the wind lashes across her face. She flies with intention, flaps when the time is right, glidesContinue reading “The Birds”
Girl, Listen
The past couple of months have been real. Not that my life is make-believe, but my days have felt meaningful. Sometimes I get sidetracked by my kids or whatever spot on my carpet I need to clean, but recently, I feel the sparks of purpose and value. It’s been wholesome. Enlightening. I think back onContinue reading “Girl, Listen”
Open Hands
Two summers ago, I sat at my dining room table with three other women. We met every Sunday night for about a year, discussing life, the Bible, our struggles, whatever had happened that week. I remember my sister-in-law, Stephanie, sharing the call her and her husband felt led to: Bible translation with Wycliffe Bible Translators.Continue reading “Open Hands”
When Your Son Poops and Other Stories
A few years ago, when I was potty-training my oldest, I left him naked from the waist down so that he could go to the potty on his own. He had his own little potty in the bathroom, and with a 4 month old baby in my arms frequently, it was the best I couldContinue reading “When Your Son Poops and Other Stories”
JANELLE DELAGRANGE 