by Emily Wierenga | Sep 26, 2012 | book launch, book release, chasing silhouettes, death, dying, eating disorders, giclee print, giveaway, hope, imperfect prose on thursdays, meal, nurses, she loves magazine, skinny
Rachel Naomi Reimer wrote, “What a blessing it is to outlive your self-judgement and harvest your failures.”I think it’s a blessing just to outlive something.Because the nurses said I should have died. Funny, I didn’t feel like I was dying. I didn’t really feel like I... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 25, 2012 | a deeper story, body image, cards, eating disorders, etsy shop, giclee print, identity, mary pipher, naomi wolf, virginia wolfe, womanhood
“All I could do was to offer you an opinion upon one minor point—a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman and the true nature of fiction... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 24, 2012 | autumn, boys, children, eating, eating disorders, fire, food, girls, health, identity, love, meal, perfect, stereotypes
we are sitting around the fire, pronging hot-dogs and smokies and children licking mustard from fingers and the smoke curling like an exotic dancer. we hear the coyotes strike up a chorus across the road in a forest blazing with autumn color and we all pause a moment... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 21, 2012 | bathtime, bedtime, bikes, children, five minute fridays, God, grace, Jesus, kindness, lisa-jo baker, love, outside, parenting, wide
we’re not much for rigid, around here. we like to let the kids dance and jump on the couches and sing at the top of their lungs and make noise. the good kind–the kind full of praise. but when it comes to treating one another, it needs to be in... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 19, 2012 | book giveaway, chasing silhouettes, fear, giclee print, giveaway, God, imperfect prose on thursdays, meditation, prodigal magazine, running, Stephen King, writer, writing
It’s the seventh day of vacation and I’m resting after six days of creating, like God did in the beginning, only I suspect God wasn’t drinking a beer and reading Stephen King’s Bag of Bones.But he may have been sitting by the water like I am. Staring at the way it... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 17, 2012 | book, children, come alive, deidra riggs, disciples, dreaming, dreams, elora ramirez, famous, God, holley gerth, jennifer lee, michelle derusha, name, nebraska, retreat, sinners, speaking, stars, trampoline
you wouldn’t know it for the lack of flowers or perfume or jewellery, but my husband is a romantic, and two nights ago he grabbed my hand and my glasses and pulled me outside. he led me to the trampoline where he’d laid out our pillows, and our... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 14, 2012 | carbohydrates, eating, eating disorder, fear, food, health, korea, omega 3, organic, teenager
She had brought a cake. A thick, sweet cake to commemorate our final meeting. Her black eyes smiled and we rotated our chairs, ready to partake. I flushed, embarrassed to have forgotten the plates and silverware. As the teacher, this was my job. I excused myself, ran... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 12, 2012 | bills, book giveaway, cara sexton, children, hope, imperfect prose on thursdays, joy, lamp, light, peace, politics, whimsy smitten, winner
I am tired and too delicate for this world. It all seems to fly at me at once today, an assault of worldly concerns and it feels like just too much and I whisper for Jesus to come and come soon and all the while I feel like a hopeless lunatic just waving my arms as... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 10, 2012 | book giveaway, children, church, denominations, flawed, hurt, inciting incidents, jeff goins, Jesus, perfect, sarah cunningham, sinners, worship
there was a pancake breakfast at 10, and the church spilling into the parking lot in trucks and cars and strollers and feet, and we got a lot of smiles because we have a lot of boys and i’m not sure what i’m going to do when i can’t hide behind my... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 7, 2012 | children, fighting, forgiveness, guns, mothers, play, satan, soul, violence
“sometimes when people get mad at me, i come in here and stand on my bed and look out the window to see if mommy is coming to get me,” joey says. he’s standing on his bed as he says this, the trees turning color through the window.he’s a...