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What Your Husband Isn’t Telling You (and book giveaway by Dave Murrow)

by Emily Wierenga | Aug 6, 2013 | David Murrow, husbands, men, relationships, What Your Husband Isn't Telling You, Why Men Hate Going to Church, wives, women

I’m away this week, taking a break from blogging to spend time with family. It’s an honor and a privilege to invite bestselling author David Murrow, of Why Men Hate Going to Church, to share his thoughts on What Your Husband Isn’t Telling You,...

Why Women are Created for Community

by Emily Wierenga | Aug 5, 2013 | church, community, depression, divorce, fellowship, isolation, pain, women

I’m away this week, taking a break from blogging to spend time with family, and am delighted to welcome friend and fellow blogger Stacy Edwards here today, to talk about women and why we crave community. By Stacy EdwardsI’m not a woman who makes friends...

A Letter to Kate Middleton on the Postpartum Body

by Emily Wierenga | Jul 29, 2013 | #KateMiddleton, #mummytummy, #royalbaby, #RoyalCouple, anne lamott, Duchess, mom in the mirror, postpartum, pregnancy, royalty, womanhood

Dear Kate,I’ve always liked you.From the moment you stepped onto Canada’s turf and laughed with your whole face and held the hearts of our people, I’ve liked you.But never more than this past week when you emerged from the hospital with a brand-new...

In which every baby is royalty (and every life is sacred)

by Emily Wierenga | Jul 26, 2013 | #royalbaby, abortion, birth, broken, duke, dutchess, faith, God, kingdom, lisa-jo baker, miscarriage, Prince George

Sometimes my two-year-old still smells like a newborn. When he’s so deep in sleep his eyelids are fluttering and I put my nose to his hair and catch the remaining wafts of infancy, rising like fresh-tilled earth and crocuses.But those moments are rare and even...

Imperfect Prose Link-Up: Lessons Learned in the Darkness

by Emily Wierenga | Jul 24, 2013 | #imperfectprose, camping, compromise, doubt, faith, gospel, hard, imperfect prose on thursdays, love, tenting, theology

  I’m not sure when tenting got hard.We go every summer with our blue Coleman tent and our blow-up mattress, our matches and our firewood and we drive the west with its snowy peaks and its turquoise lakes. Black bear sightings on the side of the road and cars...
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