by Emily Wierenga | Dec 5, 2012 | depression, faith, foster care, humility, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, mary the mother of Jesus, motherhood, sadness, she loves magazine, virgin mary
As of this month I have no one. My nanny, a girl of 18 who’s been coming since we took the boys in, has moved. Trent has started coaching, so the hours are long in the bleak of winter dark and the kids are so small that I bundle them all up in snow-pants and toques... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 3, 2012 | children, darkness, dreams, Jesus, monsters, nightmares, parenting, prayer, satan, spiritual warfare
the green bunny is normally enough. sometimes aiden lets me wash it so it’s nice and soft but most of the time he carries it everywhere, my three year-old, while his brother carries a brown bear.but lately the bunny’s lost its power, and i’ve been... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 30, 2012 | author, famous, God, humility, identity, news anchor, spotlight, the high calling, TV
(photo by JustinaGibson.com)“Why do you want to be on TV?”We were walking home from Mount Carmel Bible School, along the same stretch of asphalt we walked every day and he was a farm-boy from Neerlandia, a small Dutch community with three reformed churches. And he... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 28, 2012 | church, gospel, human, hypocrisy, imperfect prose on thursdays, integrity, Jesus, lies, love, pastors, priest, sin
The Last Supper by e. wierenga (http://www.etsy.com/shop/canvaschild) Church wasn’t safe for me growing up. It was a place where we all had to pretend to be something we weren’t. On the drive home each Sunday, we would all be so cranky and tired, Dad would often have... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 27, 2012 | anorexia, brain cancer, christianity, church, dad, hypocrisy, Jesus, ministry, mum, parenthood, pastor's daughter, redemption, sermons, servanthood
Me descending the church steps on the right; my dad, shaking people’s hands on the left.I can still picture the van we drove, rusted and worn at the edges kind of like our family, and sometimes we drove half the morning’s hours to church because my parents...