I was folding the laundry. It’s one of my favorite chores, unlike most people. I love how boring yet consistent it is: every week I will wash and fold the same clothes, and every week they will get dirty. If I can trust anything to be true it is this–my children will wear the sameContinue reading “It’s Not All for Nothing”
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Great Is Thy Faithfulness
I know it doesn’t make much sense. Someone reflected back to me last week that it is true–I have been holding onto the hem of Jesus’ cloak, following Him amicably, grumpily, begrudgingly for 18 years. The number doesn’t make sense. Over half of my life has been spent following a God I cannot see, believingContinue reading “Great Is Thy Faithfulness”
10 Day Reflection: A Sorrowful View
My oldest loves the game Guess Who. Let’s be real: I love Guess Who. I used to go to a neighbor’s house as a kid, go down to her basement, and specifically request to play Guess Who. Back when commercials were still part of our daily TV viewing, I remember seeing the commercial for theContinue reading “10 Day Reflection: A Sorrowful View”
10 Day Reflection: Nothing & Everything
“I care too deeply.” The answer I would give if you asked me to describe my greatest weakness. I care so much my insides twist at the thought of disappointing even a stranger. I am the queen of pushing myself to the side to appease the needs of others. The empathy within me runs deep.Continue reading “10 Day Reflection: Nothing & Everything”
Waterproof
I picked up the tube of mascara that I normally forgo every morning. Waterproof. I don’t need waterproof. I don’t plan on crying today. At least, I don’t feel stressed enough at this moment to warrant an overflow of emotion at the end of the day. But the other tube is empty. Actually, I can’tContinue reading “Waterproof”
The Morning
I need the early morning. It would survive without me, but if I don’t wake to it, I breathe shallow breaths instead of deep, rejuvenating inhales. This morning I opened my eyes to my alarm, and I laid there. “Get up. Get up. Get up. You have to get up.” I say it in myContinue reading “The Morning”
Storyteller
Years ago she sat on the floor of her closet, waiting for salvation to change the circumstances of reality. The carpet fibers were filled with the remnants of her tears, the pages of her journal splayed open like an abstract painting on display. Everything and nothing made sense. The deepest desire of her young heartContinue reading “Storyteller”
JANELLE DELAGRANGE 