by Emily Wierenga | Nov 9, 2013 | art, blog, editing, eucharisteo, faith, family, grace, hope, links, love, pastor's wife, poetry, publishing, women, writing
Yellow Sunflowers Against Abstract Background, print on CANVAS. All of my prints are now 50% off for a limited time only on my Etsy site–originally $60, down to $30, with $15.50 shipping in Canada, $21.75 shipping to the States. Order HERE. Today I’m... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 8, 2013 | acceptance, compassion, deformed man, Jesus, love, love making, Pope Francis, redemption, sex, sleeping stranger subway picture
Trenton and I, married July 9, 2003Trent holds me in the hallway, my head against his chest and he tells me it’s going to be okay. Because I’m an author who struggles with anxiety, and Trent’s heartbeat is a promise through his shirt.And he tells me... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 6, 2013 | children, discouragement, encouragement, failure, imperfect prose link-up, MOB Society, motherhood, passing, son, swimming lessons
via daniel arsham on instagramHe’ll be four in November, my Aiden, my miracle child whom doctors said I wouldn’t have, because of the anorexia. He’s standing at the far end of the swimming pool shivering in his camouflage shorts with the orange... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 4, 2013 | bible, church, daddy issues, doubt, father, God, gospel, heresy, infallible, Jesus, new testament, old testament, questions, scripture, sin, trinity, truth
via Emily Jay photographyI love Jesus. I’ve loved him since I was a little girl in a mushroom cut with round plastic glasses and pink sweatpants. He was there for me when I had no friends because we moved ten times before I turned seven. He was there for me when... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 1, 2013 | Billy Ray Cyrus, change, daughters, Destiny Hope, difference, faith, influence, integrity, Jesus, letter, Miley Cyrus, MTV
Dear Miley,What happened, honey?Was it when you ranked number 13 on Forbes’ 2010 Celebrity 100?Or perhaps long before that? Perhaps it was the thousands of girls that flocked to your concerts when you were Hannah Montana, and the boys who suddenly saw you up...