Janelle Delagrange

The Postpartum Funk

It’s been a long four months. It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t have any kids, sometimes even harder to explain to those who are years outside of first having kids. I got in a funk this time after having a baby. I’ve had three babies, three totally different experiences in parenthood. For someContinue reading “The Postpartum Funk”

In Boldness

Yesterday I sat with my Bible and journal in my lap feeling feeble. When I’m away from the Word, it hinders me from seeing Truth. Every day I spend elsewhere is like ignoring a close friend; it rattles the relationship. And when I do return, I flip through the pages with a sense of foreignContinue reading “In Boldness”

Revitalized

I’m excited to reveal the new look for Soul Strings! My husband helped create the logo (and when you have a graphic designer at your disposal, you take advantage of that). I wanted something new and fresh, a revitalization of sorts. Life has changed so much recently that I felt I needed something fresh toContinue reading “Revitalized”

Here In My Holy Place

I wish I could tell you how many times I have returned here after a long day, sometimes in the middle of the chaos, waiting for the words to just spill out like rain drops and scatter beautifully. Too many to count. Too many moments where I’ve accepted a tiny dose of failure only becauseContinue reading “Here In My Holy Place”

“I Can Do Hard Things”

The other night we ventured to an ice cream stand with the boys. I had a rough day, being assaulted left and right by doubt and quiet whispers of inadequacy as I tried to take care of my kids. They’re the worst days, are they not? Nothing went terribly wrong, and I wasn’t hoarse fromContinue reading ““I Can Do Hard Things””

The Story of Five

It’s shocking when the first month of your newborn baby’s life is over. It is a hard season, one that feels eternal, but is so short. And here we have a 6 week old who sleeps better than my older two ever did and nestled right into our life as though he’s always been here.Continue reading “The Story of Five”

Forty Weeks

Forty weeks ago I became pregnant. I cried when I found out because, in all honesty, I didn’t feel ready for another baby. I wasn’t ready to give my body up yet again within four years. But things change, like when the scariness of it weathers away and baby kicks become persistent, the miracle ofContinue reading “Forty Weeks”