by Emily Wierenga | Oct 23, 2012 | a deeper family, a deeper story, female, feminism, gender issues, Jesus, males, men, ministry, rachel held evans, womanhood, women pastors
what grieves me most is the thought of not seeking the truth, and please understand, that’s all i’m striving for. i’m not trying to be political or controversial or anti-cultural.i’ve realized recently, since having more and more disordered eaters and their families... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 21, 2012 | adoption, agency, anorexic, brothers, burnout, christian, family, foster care, foster children, mercy, weight
we’ve taken turns quitting over the past nine months, since taking these boys in, last february. and it’s been a ripping at the seams, of our finely hemmed lives. but with the ripping there comes mending. and we’ve found it in the mercy of each... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 19, 2012 | basement, five minute fridays, flooding, house, lisa-jo baker, look, materialism, poor, poverty, renovations, rich
three months ago, our basement flooded. the neighbors’ sewer water seeped into our carpets and all of our bedrooms, minus kasher’s, were destroyed, and the family room as well. it was concrete and no furniture for three months, and all of the kids resigned... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 17, 2012 | anorexia, attention, boy, brother, bulimia, chasing silhouettes, duane scott, eating disorders, family, giveaway, imperfect prose on thursdays, starvation
(guest post by duane scott)He’s not a tall boy, I notice, and so thin. Almost sickly. His arms look like a boy half his age. We’re in Canada at a boy’s retreat and my heart goes out to him so I look him square with empathy because I’m ready to hear his story, whatever... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 15, 2012 | beauty, children, girl, grace, husband, kindness, love, marriage, mirror, motherhood, self-love, sin, wine, womanhood
the other night we had pudding. or rather, it had us, all covered and sticky and delicious, and we wondered about insisting on spoons. but then we remembered that sometimes grace feels like fingers covered in dessert.and i’m learning this for myself, as a...