“Look at this!” “Uh huh, cool.” “Mom. Mooooom! You didn’t see!” I look up, because he’s right, I didn’t see. I was just saying something to appease him for a moment while I finished reading an article. My thumb has frozen over the screen, and I put it to the side so I can reallyContinue reading “A Worshipful Life”
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The Legacy We Leave
I remember only a few parts of my first day of kindergarten. I remember walking to the bus stop with my brothers. We sat down, my brothers sitting close to their friends, and me sitting quietly next to someone I didn’t know. And that’s it. That was 20 years ago. Tomorrow I get to walkContinue reading “The Legacy We Leave”
Good & Faithful: The Mission of Motherhood
I’ve been looking in the rearview mirror of my minivan, right into my sons eyes. I love him so much it hurts, know what I mean? So much so that we fight daily. The rearview mirror in my minivan gives me the perfect view of my oldest son. He didn’t used to sit back there.Continue reading “Good & Faithful: The Mission of Motherhood”
Like Vines: IT’S A GIRL
“It’s a girl.” I was laying there while the technician rolled over my belly with the ultrasound probe, my hands on my forehead, my mouth hanging open. She typed it onto the screen while she highlighted exactly how she knew. I waited for the tears to come, because hadn’t I told a myriad of peopleContinue reading “Like Vines: IT’S A GIRL”
Candid Motherhood
I was one of those women who silently judged moms in grocery stores. I would walk through the store with my cart and hear a child a few aisles over throwing a fit over something. And I vowed to myself that I would never have children like that. “Get your act together, Mom over there.Continue reading “Candid Motherhood”
One, Two, Three…
I had a moment this morning where I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, “Uh yeah, girl. This is crazy.” Maybe that should become my mantra. It seems that much of my adult life has been filled with the “Uh, this is crazy” moments. The older I get, the slower I am toContinue reading “One, Two, Three…”
The Juggling Act
I open my eyes. If I’m lucky, I’m opening them to the half hour right before the thunderous noise of my almost two-year-old shaking his crib. The light snakes in through our window, but only enough for me to vaguely read the words on the thin pages. I sit up enough to see the PsalmsContinue reading “The Juggling Act”
JANELLE DELAGRANGE 