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”
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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”
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”
Running Races You Weren’t Meant to Run
There was once a time in my life where I fretted incessantly about being someone I am not. It was yesterday. Truth be told, this time of fretting comes almost everyday until I mute it within my own mind or beat it out of my thoughts with the nuggets of truth I try hard toContinue reading “Running Races You Weren’t Meant to Run”
Above the Grave
When I walked out of that grave, it was like the world tilted, and I felt my heart beat for the first time. I knew nothing of what would come of me, but I knew Jesus. It didn’t matter if anything else made sense. But time ain’t so sweet. Where my world once tilted andContinue reading “Above the Grave”
Pep Talks: Speak Up or Shut Up
Quiet, girl. No one is waiting to hear from you. I look down to welcome the comfort of stress-related nail biting. You’re right. I should keep quiet. Quiet is good. I am a contemplative person. When the weight of a conversation rests upon a room, I willingly stay quiet so I can process. I don’t likeContinue reading “Pep Talks: Speak Up or Shut Up”
JANELLE DELAGRANGE 