by Emily Wierenga | Apr 13, 2013 | Abba father, childhood, church, femininity, feminism, holy spirit, manhood, men, spirituality, womanhood
I’m sitting on the steps after a run. Spring has finally come to Alberta, and the air smells like new things: like garden dirt and budding trees and unsung heroes: fallen leaves and broken stems.Snow has done a number but it’s left everything rested and... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 12, 2013 | brokenness, calvary, church, depression, duane scott, eating disorders, future, hell, human, Jesus, love, past
We’re in the Taco Bell driveway, just two famished college boys getting something to eat, when I mention it. My past, that is. And he stops diving deep in his backpack for scrunched dollar bills; stops and just stares at me with somber eyes, like he has witnessed... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 10, 2013 | anger, brokenness, children, forgiveness, God, holly grantham, imperfect prose on thursdays, mistakes, motherhood, words
Welcome to Imperfect Prose on Thursdays, a place where we blog about redemption! Today’s post is by IP Team Member Holly Grantham of A Lifetime of Days. Link up your posts below! The morning begins simply and purposefully. The boys and I eat breakfast,... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 9, 2013 | adoption, christians, excess, freedom, hunger, Jen Hatmaker, materialism, poverty, rich, Ron Sider, wealthy
(Guest post by Angela Reitsma Bick) I’m in Starbucks skimming Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger, jotting down questions for an interview with Ron Sider the next day. The irony is not lost on me. I pray, abashed, that God will free me from stinginess and apathy.... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 8, 2013 | a dare to love yourself, adoption, children, Emily Wierenga, flower patch farmgirl, infertility, life-giver, mom in the mirror, pregnancy, shannan martin, The Love Dare, womanhood
Week after week we sat on the edge of the tiny sofa in the doctor’s office. Cory held my hand. We kept it light, willing success to float down from the drop-ceiling tiles and settle on us through the sheer force of our collective certainty. It was no big deal.... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 7, 2013 | Emily Wierenga, feminism, heartache, humility, Jesus, joy, Philippians, prodigal magazine, servant, servanthood post, update
Hi friends.I’m still here.Just a bit quiet these days.It was a hard week. A heartache week, knowing I hurt some people (unintentionally) through THIS post, yet knowing too that I was trying only to be obedient, so I haven’t had many words to say as of... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 3, 2013 | belief, Christ, doubt, faith, Gideon, God, incarnation, Jesus, manifestation, persecution, spiritual, truth, vision, visitation
The light, falling through broken blinds on our unmade bed and the books piled up, dog-eared and clothes on the floor and laundry folded in a basket waiting to be put away. It was early morning and the boys, all four of them this Easter weekend, were doing a... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 2, 2013 | Biblical womanhood, evangelical feminism, feminism, husband, leadership, marriage, prodigal magazine, servant-hood, spiritual mothers, submission, wife, woman's manifesto, womanhood, women pastors
Dear sisters, dear spiritual mothers and daughters and midwives and stay at home mamas;Dear women pastors and elders and janitors and lawyers and teachers and artists,I celebrate us. I think this is obvious from my Woman’s Manifesto.But.I fear for us too.I fear... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 25, 2013 | a dare to love yourself, acceptance, alive, art, art journal, dreams, Elora Nicole Ramirez, Jesus, little girl, makeup, mom in the mirror, The Love Dare
I wrote a letter to my body once.It was something suggested to me by my therapist – something I never in a million years thought I’d be able to finish. It was a post written in the middle of as opposed to after the fact. I did not see... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 22, 2013 | children, church, drinking, feminism, leaders, men, rape, Savanah, sons and daughters, Steubenville, submission, women
Abigail Batty, and Felicity DeVries, born March 19, 2013This morning I greeted life with a bouquet of flowers and a Jesus Storybook Bible, in hospital room #33, where my friends had both given birth on the same day, and both to girls.And one, the sister to Savanah...