by Emily Wierenga | May 18, 2012 | alarm, devotionals, feature posts, fire, God, grace, imperfect prose on thursdays, legalism, prayer, sleep
he was making the last fire of the season. “i want the best of you,” trent said in a quiet way and i wanted to feel warm. “i don’t want the leftover, tired emily. i want the fresh, alive emily.”i sat in my flannels, the kids asleep and...