by Emily Wierenga | Nov 9, 2011 | Uncategorized
We’re covered in paint, and the lawn is too, fenced in brown, the geese calling autumn and trees dropping leaves. Everywhere, color. Color is music for the eyes.We’re finger-painting in the grass, my son and I. He’s one-and-a-half and he’s never done this before.... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
The wind blows and dry grass rustles, and I run, to the applause of a thousand feeble hands. They’re clapping in the wind. And it’s the applause of the saints. And I think of my mother in law, bowing low on her parent’s farm as a healer from Africa prayed over her,... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 6, 2011 | Uncategorized
he tells me i have a pretty nose and i blush as though we haven’t been married eight and a half years and i hear Jesus in his voiceand when i swear and yell, so tired of being good, he just holds me, and there is Jesus in his armsand sometimes Jesus smells like... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 4, 2011 | Uncategorized
She said she wanted me to write something that would help her be a better mom and I was paralyzed. My children are adults, and I’m still looking for someone who will write those words for me. I’m still amazed to think somehow my offspring made it to... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 1, 2011 | Uncategorized
sometimes all you have is currant tarts and a shared glass of milk, and he gives me the last sip. us sitting in our pajamas in bed, giggling over our midnight snack and crumbs in the sheets and we don’t care.days are crowded with little boy babble and baby...