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”
Author Archives: Janelle Delagrange
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”
Wilted
The flowers have been dead for weeks. I’ve been telling my husband that we need to dump the flower pots. The mums died months ago, and the flowers that were there before died even longer ago. The plants are wilted over the side, and it’s like death is sitting on our doorstep. “We need toContinue reading “Wilted”
Shadowfeet
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 womenContinue reading “Shadowfeet”
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,Continue reading “The Gracious Word”
