by Emily Wierenga | Jun 4, 2012 | fair-trade coffee, God, happiness, heartache, heaven, joy, poor, sorrow, ten thousand villages
sometimes i’m not sure what to do with all of the sadness in the world so i just sort of tuck it into the envelope of my heart, all stuffed and overflowing with people’s letters of cancer and child-loss and pain. and i know i’m supposed to mail those... by Emily Wierenga | May 30, 2012 | anorexia nervosa, art, book, chasing silhouettes, families, giveaway, hope, hungry, imperfect prose on thursdays, love, pre-order, starving
The nurses murmured to each other under fluorescent lighting as I lay shivering on the metal hospital bed, cold. Later, I would learn that they had marveled at my hypothermic, sixty-pound sack of bones, reasoning, “She should be dead.” I was a breach of science; a... by Emily Wierenga | May 28, 2012 | afterlife, ann voskamp, christian, church, death, dying, fear, God, heaven, laura boggess, living, michelle derusha, scared
i know i’m not supposed to be. afraid of dying. as a christian i’m supposed to be brave because i believe in a God who’s overcome death but i’m still afraid. does this make me less of a christian? or just more honest?there’s a sea of bent... by Emily Wierenga | May 25, 2012 | art, children, colors, darkness, God, hope, light, opportunity, parenting, rain, sunshine, the gypsy mama
it rained on tuesday. rain is good for growing things, like cucumbers and tomatoes and patience. the boys splashed in the puddles and kasher insisted on sitting plunk in the middle of one.we were cold and wet and we stomped mud across the floor and changed into soft... by Emily Wierenga | May 23, 2012 | Uncategorized
(post by Joann Hallum of Ostriches Look Funny; to read more about the Imperfect Prose on Thursdays Team, visit here)”Humility is endless.”-t.s. eliotI pitter patter through patty pan, squashing ants and pulling wayward weeds, praying for roots.The...