by Emily Wierenga | Apr 13, 2013 | Abba father, childhood, church, femininity, feminism, holy spirit, manhood, men, spirituality, womanhood
I’m sitting on the steps after a run. Spring has finally come to Alberta, and the air smells like new things: like garden dirt and budding trees and unsung heroes: fallen leaves and broken stems.Snow has done a number but it’s left everything rested and... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 12, 2013 | brokenness, calvary, church, depression, duane scott, eating disorders, future, hell, human, Jesus, love, past
We’re in the Taco Bell driveway, just two famished college boys getting something to eat, when I mention it. My past, that is. And he stops diving deep in his backpack for scrunched dollar bills; stops and just stares at me with somber eyes, like he has witnessed... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 10, 2013 | anger, brokenness, children, forgiveness, God, holly grantham, imperfect prose on thursdays, mistakes, motherhood, words
Welcome to Imperfect Prose on Thursdays, a place where we blog about redemption! Today’s post is by IP Team Member Holly Grantham of A Lifetime of Days. Link up your posts below! The morning begins simply and purposefully. The boys and I eat breakfast,... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 9, 2013 | adoption, christians, excess, freedom, hunger, Jen Hatmaker, materialism, poverty, rich, Ron Sider, wealthy
(Guest post by Angela Reitsma Bick) I’m in Starbucks skimming Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger, jotting down questions for an interview with Ron Sider the next day. The irony is not lost on me. I pray, abashed, that God will free me from stinginess and apathy.... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 8, 2013 | a dare to love yourself, adoption, children, Emily Wierenga, flower patch farmgirl, infertility, life-giver, mom in the mirror, pregnancy, shannan martin, The Love Dare, womanhood
Week after week we sat on the edge of the tiny sofa in the doctor’s office. Cory held my hand. We kept it light, willing success to float down from the drop-ceiling tiles and settle on us through the sheer force of our collective certainty. It was no big deal....