Janelle Delagrange

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”

Behind & Before

Starting is the hardest part. The unknown frustrates me. The fear is tempted to spread like wildfire. I’m tempted to run. If we’ve ever had a lengthy conversation, you’ll know that I am a processor. I never respond without thought. I almost always keep my opinion to myself unless it’s warranted, and I feel safeContinue reading “Behind & Before”

She Is Me & I Am Her

Before I knew her, I wasn’t sure of her. She was brave and free, and I was not. I was uncertain, cautious, and questioning. No, I am those things, still. And yet, she is me, too–the version of myself that walks down a path that not many trek with the wind at her back and theContinue reading “She Is Me & I Am Her”