by Emily Wierenga | Jan 3, 2013 | beauty, birth, curves, female body, femininity, hips, identity, motherhood, oswald chambers, pregnancy, self-love, woman
Source: karenswhimsy.com via Tina on Pinteresti’m used to apologizing for them.”i’m sorry about my wide Dow hips,” i said as my friend slid into the sled beside me, both of us with babies on our knees and toddlers between our legs, children... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 2, 2013 | beliefs, blogger resolutions, blogging, faith, family, God, imperfect prose on thursdays, motherhood, writer, writing
as a blogger, who is also a believer, a mother, a wife and an artist, i vow, in the year 2013, to:1. never let the Nativity stop being born in my words, but more importantly, in my life, and if it does the latter, then i will refrain from the former until my personal... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 27, 2012 | a deeper story, baby, crib, daughter, dreams, empty, faith, family, girl, God, hopes, infertility, prayers, womb
we moved kasher from the crib to the bunks today, and aiden from the bottom to the top. and now that our foster boys, joey and jin, are back at their mom’s, the house seems a lot quieter–and the crib stands empty. Source: 100-mile-house-log-homes.com via... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 22, 2012 | 2012, art, blessing, born, children, christmas, family, foster children, free, gifts, Jesus, jin, joey, love, madeleine l'engle, manger, nativity, prayers, printable
this is no time for a child to be bornwith the earth betrayed by war and hateand a comet slashing the sky to warnthat time runs out and the sun burns latethat was no time for a child to be born,in a land in the crushing grip of Rome;honor and truth were trampled by... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 19, 2012 | adam lanza, arranged marriage, christmas, foster children, grief, hurting, imperfect prose on thursdays, love, newtown shootings, pain, sandy hook school elementary, silent night, troubled
when it is dark enough, you can see the stars. ~ persian proverbthey call it the spaceship song, and i don’t know why, but i sing it for aiden and joey anyway. “silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright…” and then joey is crying from...