by Emily Wierenga | Aug 24, 2011 | Uncategorized
she brought me a dandelion and said it was from God. this girl with the brown hair and the blue eyes and she brought me a dandelion and told me he’d told her to pick it. it was the tallest of weeds, a stringy thing and it had all but blown away. and she soft... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 23, 2011 | Uncategorized
I paint them orange and yellow, acrylic-thick, and they bloom on canvas. Sunflowers for she who brought me lilacs in June, and it’s winter so I make the beauty I long to find, that I long to place in a mason jar. (Join me here, won’t you, for the rest of this... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 22, 2011 | Uncategorized
they are so very small, Lord, and you so big, and you, knowing their hearts, their minds, their destiny, be the biggest in my life so i might mold them pure. be the anchor in my storm, the holder of my heart so i can hold them tight. let not my dreams or ambitions... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 20, 2011 | Uncategorized
it is one of those fights that make you see black and black isn’t even a color we stare out windows in the car trying to be bigger than our feelings because we are parents now and “i would rather our sons see us fight than not see us at all” trent... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 17, 2011 | Uncategorized
the world walks past smelling of old spice and lemons and lavender, and the pines and spruce bow graceful to this audience of rainbow skin we’re hiking banff, with its canyons and falling water, and God is here in the crevice of creation hikers stare at the baby... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 10, 2011 | Uncategorized
i rise weary in the night with the moon-mother in her white shawl and together we lift baby to breast and feed on the old rocking chair, the one my grandmother used to use. it creaks with the sway of my hips and baby’s jaws move and swallow and i think of my... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
his hands–the ones that hold me in the dark and press palms against pain and fold nightly into prayer–these hands make carrot cake from scratch for my birthday. and they’ve never looked so beautiful. and i know it’s his way of saying i wish i... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 5, 2011 | Uncategorized
(today i’d like to welcome my friend, jen, from finding heaven… here, she talks about the color of grace…)For most of my life, I have lived in a world that is only black and white, where there is north or south, yes or no, here or there, right or... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 3, 2011 | Uncategorized
and then there are days when you weep for the unraveling. clothesline an endless line of diapers and baby sleepers and you and your husband in an argument about how to properly pin a shirt and your son falls on baby and it takes everything in you to keep your voice... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 2, 2011 | Uncategorized
we never talked about things like the birds and the bees or why the sky was blue or what was making me hurt so badly i couldn’t eat, but my father would sing to me, at night, especially when storms thundered the skies and i’ll always remember his voice,...