When I was growing up, we attended a Catholic church close to our house. We occasionally went to mass on Sundays and would go to Hall’s afterward to have breakfast. I went to classes on Tuesday nights so that I could have my first communion, and eventually be confirmed, like my brothers. My sons areContinue reading “My Country, My Family & My Faith”
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The Great Faith
In the summer of 2014, my husband came home from his 9-5 job for the last time. The first month afterward, we were in a frenzy, and I remember living in a lot of fear. How could I not? Our main and only source of income had disappeared. A month later, in the first fewContinue reading “The Great Faith”
The Reality of Being Poor
I used to hide my money in my socks. It was maybe the year I turned 10. Young enough to still receive mostly gifts on my birthday but also old enough to begin to marvel at finding $5 bills in a card from my grandma. I received some money that year, and I decided theContinue reading “The Reality of Being Poor”
The Gospel in Her Face
Before I started writing here and digging deeper into purpose and identity, I spent a lot of time reading blogs. There were a couple that I frequented more than once a week, and I learned about these women and their families. I wanted to live the life they lived. They seemed to have a lotContinue reading “The Gospel in Her Face”
December 5 – Janelle’s A Mess
I went into this year more excited than ever. But right now, I feel like I’m hobbling to whatever finish line we’ve got here. With my hair in a ponytail that resembles a bird’s nest, holding my aching sides, looking around waiting for someone to just grab me a wheelchair. Where is it?! Why hasn’tContinue reading “December 5 – Janelle’s A Mess”
Rally: The Longing for Connection
Nine years ago I sat among my peers talking about life. Our youth group met in our youth pastor’s home, so we were gathered in a circle in their living room. We were talking about seasons of life, and I knew that I needed to share. My pounding heart and twisted gut prompted me. SoContinue reading “Rally: The Longing for Connection”
Retail Therapy & Misplaced Joy
As a fifteen year old, I had a collection of handbags and purses. I bought them all the time, as though “collecting” were the only appropriate way to shop. I had too many to count, and I was rather proud of it. I have always loved shopping. It’s on of my favorite past times. (IContinue reading “Retail Therapy & Misplaced Joy”
JANELLE DELAGRANGE 