by Emily Wierenga | Nov 26, 2012 | birth, body image, children, christmas, diet, eating, eating disorders, food, happiness, mothers, pregnancy, skinny, weight
i was eating key-lime pie and commenting on how good she looked, on her new shade of hair, and i mentioned that she’d lost weight, that she looked slimmer, and she glowed. the way mothers do when they’re told they’re beautiful, even as her teenage daughter walked by,... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 23, 2012 | abandonment, black friday, cross, crucifixion, doubt, God, Jesus, love, prayer
kasher, when he was 3 months old, in a corn field.black friday happened last week for me. it happened on the bed in the office, on the patchwork quilt that my friend stitched for me. it happened in the rumpled form of a writer who was twisted up and crying out to a... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 17, 2012 | anorexia, blog talk radio, Christ, holiday, interview, marriage, st. teresa of avila, thanksgiving
I will be sharing my story, the one in which I relapse as a young married woman, the one in which Trent becomes Christ incarnate for me, on Blog Talk Radio HERE, tonight; will you pray for me, that God be glorified? Thank you friends.Also, I will be taking the next... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 16, 2012 | childhood, cutting, eating disorders, food, foster children, God, gospel, guilt, healing, heaven, love, medication, mental illness, motherhood, pain, purging, sadness, saving, sorrow
(before watching video, scroll down and pause music player on right-hand side of blog…)it’s been a bloody kind of week.you know, the kind that seeps all red onto pillows from little boys’ noses after they’ve hurt themselves on purpose because... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 14, 2012 | baby, birth, Brandee Shafer, die, doubting thomas, God, imperfect prose on thursdays, motherhood, prayer, pregnancy, spirituality
Art by Dot Samuel at Psalms of Samuel in Watercolor(post by Brandee Shafer)They counted to three and, working together, swung me from bed to table. Strange to witness their strain when I felt nearly weightless; I am a pendulum, I thought, tugged by time. I am... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 12, 2012 | a deeper family, bon jovi, dating, God, hope, husband, love, marriage, relationship, romance, wife
It’s not that you’re not in love, it’s just that love becomes so ordinary, like peanut butter and jam on toast for breakfast, every single day, when sometimes you need Eggos with blueberry syrup. Or a walk in the autumn leaves without children underfoot. Just you, and... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 9, 2012 | canada, death, grandpa, kill, life, peace, remembrance day, soldiers, tim hortons, war, world war 2
(Grandpa Dow holding Aiden soon after he was born)Dear Grandpa,I thought of you today as I pinned my poppy into the red felt cloth of my coat. The petals and the cloth bleeding together. I was standing in line at Tim Horton’s and they had a basket full of... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 7, 2012 | boys, busy, imperfect prose on thursdays, motherhood, organization, parenting, scheduling, she loves magazine, sons, stay-at-home, working mom, writing
Sometimes it’s hard, knowing how to balance ourselves with our kids and our husband and the washing machine going 24-7. Sometimes it’s about finding ourselves in the piles of laundry, in the peanut-butter kisses and the sticky hands trying to close your laptop when... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 6, 2012 | (in)courage, book club, children, devotional diva, eating disorders, evil, fear, God, good, homeschooling, love, mother, motherhood, pastor's daughter, prayers, she loves magazine
we’re five on a couch, eating cookies. my husband will not be pleased. i will have to vacuum, yet again. (i vacuum constantly.) but food is one thing i try not to have many rules about. it makes me happy just to see my children eat.because once upon a time, i... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 5, 2012 | (in)courage, bloom, book giveaway, book review, book study, chasing silhouettes, dayspring, eating disorders, fall recommended read, love, self-love, she loves, womanhood
…we’re in bed, and my husband leans in, and i ask him to tell me, just one more time. “but why?” he says, this farm-boy that walked me through my relapse when i was 23. “don’t you know it by now?” he says.i shake my head. “tell me again,” i say.“i love...