by Emily Wierenga | Sep 17, 2012 | book, children, come alive, deidra riggs, disciples, dreaming, dreams, elora ramirez, famous, God, holley gerth, jennifer lee, michelle derusha, name, nebraska, retreat, sinners, speaking, stars, trampoline
you wouldn’t know it for the lack of flowers or perfume or jewellery, but my husband is a romantic, and two nights ago he grabbed my hand and my glasses and pulled me outside. he led me to the trampoline where he’d laid out our pillows, and our... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 14, 2012 | carbohydrates, eating, eating disorder, fear, food, health, korea, omega 3, organic, teenager
She had brought a cake. A thick, sweet cake to commemorate our final meeting. Her black eyes smiled and we rotated our chairs, ready to partake. I flushed, embarrassed to have forgotten the plates and silverware. As the teacher, this was my job. I excused myself, ran... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 12, 2012 | bills, book giveaway, cara sexton, children, hope, imperfect prose on thursdays, joy, lamp, light, peace, politics, whimsy smitten, winner
I am tired and too delicate for this world. It all seems to fly at me at once today, an assault of worldly concerns and it feels like just too much and I whisper for Jesus to come and come soon and all the while I feel like a hopeless lunatic just waving my arms as... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 10, 2012 | book giveaway, children, church, denominations, flawed, hurt, inciting incidents, jeff goins, Jesus, perfect, sarah cunningham, sinners, worship
there was a pancake breakfast at 10, and the church spilling into the parking lot in trucks and cars and strollers and feet, and we got a lot of smiles because we have a lot of boys and i’m not sure what i’m going to do when i can’t hide behind my... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 7, 2012 | children, fighting, forgiveness, guns, mothers, play, satan, soul, violence
“sometimes when people get mad at me, i come in here and stand on my bed and look out the window to see if mommy is coming to get me,” joey says. he’s standing on his bed as he says this, the trees turning color through the window.he’s a...