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When he kissed the top of my head

by Emily Wierenga | May 7, 2012 | God, hardship, hope, ice, jasper, kids, marriage, prayer, snowboarding

“The earth is my shoe,” Trent says.He’s walking barefoot from the hot tub to the cabin. “For most people, every step is the same. For me, it’s all new. One step is smooth. Another, pokey, another, rough… every step is an adventure.”The sun seems brighter here in...

on why we need romantic getaways (and feature posts from this week’s link-up)

by Emily Wierenga | May 4, 2012 | children, college, laundry, love, marriage, mary oliver, mountains, romance

“to live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.” (mary oliver)it’s not that we don’t...

imperfect prose on thursdays: intertwined (on why we have belly buttons)

by Emily Wierenga | May 2, 2012 | belly buttons, children, church, community, family, God, humanity, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, mothers

(guest host today: tara pohlkotte)”mama, why do we have these?” my son asks lifting his shirt and running a fingerover his belly button.i explained that through it mama was able to keep him fed, keep him growing,sustained life deep within.”but why do...

inked (proof that God cares–even about tattoos)

by Emily Wierenga | Apr 30, 2012 | anne lamott, fear, Jesus, lilies, minister's daughter, tattoo

trent warns me before i leave for the city, “don’t get it if you sense the spirit telling you no.”i nod into the rearview, pray for courage to deny myself the ink, because it’s my mother’s day gift to myself. this tattoo designed by a...

on what it means to love (and feature posts from this week’s link-up)

by Emily Wierenga | Apr 27, 2012 | bible, children, chocolate, Christ, feature posts, God, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, love

sometimes it tastes like a hot cup of coffee while the boys watch backyardigans in ninja turtle pajamas. for my husband, love tastes like lime chips and homemade salsa, and for kasher, it tastes like breast-milk. but he is being weaned and so love will soon taste...
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