by Emily Wierenga | May 8, 2013 | attributes, beloved, Brena Zeskiger D'Ambrosio, divine, feminine, identity, imperfect prose on thursdays, love, mother heart of God
Welcome to Imperfect Prose on Thursdays, where we blog about redemption! This week’s post is by IP Team Member Brenna Zeskiger D’Ambrosio. I think I might be like Saul. I was listening to a sermon as I cleaned my kitchen, and as the words were spoken aloud... by Emily Wierenga | May 7, 2013 | child, children, cry, God's face, heart surgery, hurt, joy, loss, miracle, mother teresa, motherhood, pain, sorrow, suffering
Lucas George is just over a month old and he was born with two major heart defects. His heart is now beating on its own, which is a miracle, but up until recently, he could not keep any food down.He was chubby when he was born.And his mother–Trent’s... by Emily Wierenga | May 6, 2013 | 1 corinthians 13, bible, boasting, christy mcferren, comparison, daughter, father, love, mom in the mirror, pride, priesthood, scripture, The Love Dare
Jesus gave us, as the second greatest of his commands, to love one another as we love ourselves. We esteem this command, as paired with its antecedent, above all other mandates found in the biblical texts—and rightfully so, as Jesus installed it as such.And with that,... by Emily Wierenga | May 3, 2013 | children, Christ, cooking, dreams, family, marriage, meals, motherhood, servanthood, suppertime
You know the scenario.It’s five o’clock. Your husband is supposed to be home but he isn’t and you need a glass of wine but it isn’t evening yet so you let the kids pull all of the pots and pans out of the drawers and go “shopping”... by Emily Wierenga | May 1, 2013 | book giveaway, bread and wine, cooking, homemade meals, kitchen, making love, prodigal magazine, shauna niequist
Growing up, we ate Saturday Stew.It was a conglomeration of all of the week’s leftovers in one pot, because we lived under the poverty line, and my parents hated waste.So if we didn’t finish our supper, the week before, it would go into the pot and we dreaded...