by Emily Wierenga | Dec 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
his eyes are the eyes of a thousand sleepless nights and i’ve never seen such shadows on a four-year-old boy. “who is that?” i whisper to trent while the children’s choir sings and the church is decked out in holly and ivy and Jesus in a... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 16, 2011 | Uncategorized
The local news, this morning, featured the inventorof the Jesus toaster, which may or may not be agreat Christmas gift but at leastThis way you can have breakfast with Himany time you want, look him in his slightly charred eyesas you give thanks, before biting His... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 14, 2011 | Uncategorized
it’s been hours of arms circling the cylinder of the toilet, its white waist rising and i’ve got a baby in my arms. and i kneel there as if in prayer and puke in my hair and my baby laughs. because he doesn’t understand mommy being sick.and this... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 12, 2011 | Uncategorized
It was the whole point wasn’t it?His coming? To restore, redeem, mend all that is so very broken in us; in this old world.Christmas, if we cut everything else away isn’t it only about REDEMPTION?I am wondering, what does it mean to join in this work? How... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 9, 2011 | Uncategorized
Irritation makes her bark and bristle, so I lean closer. I speak softer and I skirt raw spots as we trace her story. She lived a childhood unprotected, and has lived it over and over again. She’s not the only one who teeters on the edge of shouting or shaking....