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The pandemic art wall is spreading. 🎨

Week one of pandemic art. Expecting this wall to be full by...Thursday.

A jazz singer and a baseball player from the 1920s. New favorite thing is murder mystery parties. 🔍

Still a God dream. Still thankful. By the way, no, we didn’t add another boy to the fam. But my nephew fits in so well he might as well be in family photos. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Happy Thanksgiving, dear friends.

2009➡️2019 From babies to makin babies. Listen, we don’t waste time, that’s all I’m sayin. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Hope you get a moment just like this one today. 💆🏼‍♀️

Halloween 2019: Delagrange Avengers Kickin butt daily.

This is what matters, you know? Photo by the amazing and talented @kmichelle927 at @kmichelle.photo.

My little love. ❤️

Today I sat across from this woman and laughed loudly, talked about faith and our kids, and shared a sacred space that I share with few others. I’ll spare you the story of how we met (it’s embarrassing), but I will tell you that @emilykayrichardson has been my person for 14 years. Life doesn’t make friendship easy, but I’m reminded often that Em is irreplaceable. Even as our lives have become crazier and we’re getting older, we always find our way back to each other. ✨ Happy birthday, Melly! ✨ You are my sister through and through, and I’ll always be grateful for every way we’ve grown up together. You are a woman of valor who I admire in more ways than you know. Love you, Tarzan Toe Twin. ✨

This old house has a story to tell. I’m just trying to find places for our stuff, and she’s letting me know if it’s right. It’s like a dance, learning to live in a place that’s never known us. Slowly it becomes home, slowly it starts feeling like a reflection of us. No tidying up here, and it feels just right.

This girl runs like no one can stop her. She makes me wonder why I don’t run like I used to. I sat down to write today because I don’t write anymore. I got quiet a while ago because silence is easy. There’s no risk. And that way, there is no chance of God being wrong. That would be easier some days—the risk that God could be wrong. But it’s like the marrow in my bones knows it, like the guts of my guts feels it. Silence is easy, but He didn’t make me for that. He proves Himself time and again: He makes no mistakes. He makes us for such times as these, for such purpose, for such importance, for such voices that are unique as our fingerprints and DNA. You ever think about it like that? That whatever God called you to has gotta be wrong somehow, some way? We try to snuff if out, ignore it, be anything but. But He wasn’t wrong, isn’t wrong, about me or about you. He’s definitely right, sure, reliably certain when all else is not. Just reminding myself. He’s not wrong. And it’s time to run like it, like this baby girl who isn’t scared about what she doesn’t know.

© Janelle Delagrange and Soul Strings, 2016.

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