by Emily Wierenga | May 6, 2011 | Uncategorized
it is hard to believe in good when children suffer. when little ones hurt, i have more questions than answers. but here, joann helps me, in a world of tear-stained cheeks, to trust that one day, everything will be okay, and that God does exist even when evil seems to... by Emily Wierenga | May 4, 2011 | Uncategorized
Her name was Yvonne. Yvonne Patricia Anderson. She wore skirts and cardigans; he liked the way the material swished against her nylons as she walked carefully to her desk every morning. He’d sit glasses pinched to farm-boy face trying to study Calculus, unable... by Emily Wierenga | May 3, 2011 | Uncategorized
can you hear him?in the quiethe beds himself in the bud, peeling greenin the call of the geese sewing v-necks across pale wool of skyin the frogs croaking symphony from the pond in the woods in the farmer’s hand fingering soft the seed, praying it into soil in... by Emily Wierenga | May 2, 2011 | Uncategorized
“to love Jesus the best that i can.”they’re standing upfront, her boys, dressed in khakis and plaid. the one with the beard is going to Honduras to clean up drinking water and sing in spanish and speak sermons, the other, in plastic rims, to climb... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 29, 2011 | Uncategorized
i’ve got food on my back and mud on my feet and we’re walking our way into forest into cabin and it’s springand the robins are singing, you know the way they sing? like the world is a cathedral, and they, the only choir, and we’re walking lined...