by Emily Wierenga | Jul 31, 2011 | Uncategorized
“this is how it works,” he whispered to the one tucked in folds of blue. “when you’re hurt and needing a hug, you go to mommy. and when you’re wanting a good time, you come to me.”they lie on crimson sheets while i brush my teeth...
by Emily Wierenga | Jul 29, 2011 | Uncategorized
*here is a guest post from friend Jenny H… please visit her here.”I’ve always wanted to deliver without an epidural, but have gotten too scared at the end. Can you help me?” I ask the nurse with Saint for her last name. “Of course I can...
by Emily Wierenga | Jul 27, 2011 | Uncategorized
the lilies bloomed, the orange ones by the trellis, the ones i’d been waiting for and i cried, two days overdue with my second son and i heard his whisper, the breath of One who told me to get a lily tattooed on my wrist because He cares for the flowers of the...
by Emily Wierenga | Jul 24, 2011 | Uncategorized
he points to the pictures, begs “oooo” for open, but i can’t. as much as i scratch the flat surface of the page, the book remains two-dimensional and my 20-month-son, disappointed, for he wants the image on the page to become reality. he wants to enter into the story....
by Emily Wierenga | Jul 22, 2011 | Uncategorized
One night last week while I put my daughter to bed we talked about the birth of the world. I believe the universe has been around a while, and I believe God took his time with the emergence of man, but that only raises my awe at His creativity. My daughter asked me...
by Emily Wierenga | Jul 20, 2011 | Uncategorized
the sky is a pinwheel of cloud and blue and we’re outside trying to be family but i’m all belly and cannot find the way outand there’s drought in africa and flooding in alberta and hailstones the size of eggs and men and children and women gone...
by Emily Wierenga | Jul 19, 2011 | Uncategorized
i told him i wanted to be a news anchor. i wore bell-bottoms and the day was spring and we were in bible school walking home the road that was never long enough, and trent wasn’t like the others. he didn’t look at me and say “you’d be great at...
by Emily Wierenga | Jul 18, 2011 | Uncategorized
Weak voices of a congregation singing Great is Thy Faithfulness on a Sunday, and it’s the quiet chorus of farmers and families made humble by the death of a young mother to a brain aneurism, and sometimes the stained glass seems to mock for all of its color.(Friends,...
by Emily Wierenga | Jul 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
My husband has decided to be obsessed with Indian food these days so chicken tikka masala simmers on my stove while I dream of spiced winds, tearing off pieces of naan and dipping it to sneak a taste. Every time we are at the grocery store, the beautiful Indo-Canadian...
by Emily Wierenga | Jul 6, 2011 | Uncategorized
The air smells of breath mints and old ladies’ perfume and the pew digs into my nine-year-old bones. I’m starving in church for more than food and my father stands up front preaching from a Book that forces us to move every few years and his white clerical collar is...
