Faith – Page 17 – JANELLE DELAGRANGE

Let It Be Well

I want the path I leave behind me to pave the way before my boys. I yelled at them something harsh the other night. I raised my voice because I love them too much and I get angry too easily. I asked for their forgiveness soon after, and they were quick. Forgiving. I hope we’reContinue reading “Let It Be Well”

The Student

When I got married nearly five years ago, I thought I had a bit of an idea of how life was going to play out. If you know me, if you know our story, you know that it certainly didn’t go as I had “planned”, but that’s not such a bad thing. I’ve spent aContinue reading “The Student”

Riches: The Present

It’s been a while since I’ve written. It’s been a while since I have looked life in the face and considered where to begin when it comes to sharing with you all. Being a writer is weird at times. There is never a moment when I’m not considering my written word. Compelled. Convicted. Humbled. IfContinue reading “Riches: The Present”

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”

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”

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”

Tantrums and Triumphs

“I can’t do it, Mom.” My oldest turned three a few days ago. He’s just recently started telling me, “I can’t do it.” He will give up easily when it comes to puzzles or putting his socks on his feet. He tells me, sometimes even cries, that he just can’t do it. He’s frustrated, and IContinue reading “Tantrums and Triumphs”