by Emily Wierenga | Jan 6, 2014 | babies, birth, death, grief, heaven, hope, loss, miscarriage, mothers, open letter
Dear Mothers Who Have Miscarried, I’ve lost two, and it’s near torn me apart, this longing to be in heaven with my babies, but I’ve learned the secret to staying on earth. I learned the secret, just weeks ago, and I want to share it here with you, if... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 26, 2013 | #royalbaby, abortion, birth, broken, duke, dutchess, faith, God, kingdom, lisa-jo baker, miscarriage, Prince George
Sometimes my two-year-old still smells like a newborn. When he’s so deep in sleep his eyelids are fluttering and I put my nose to his hair and catch the remaining wafts of infancy, rising like fresh-tilled earth and crocuses.But those moments are rare and even... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 12, 2013 | affirmation, baby, birth, children, faith, junkie, love, pregnancy, prodigal magazine
My nephew, Lucas, was born with two holes in his heart.He didn’t get to feel his mother’s arms holding him until two weeks after he was born, because he had open heart surgery and was hooked up to tubes that were saving his life.She held him for the... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 1, 2013 | adoption, baby, birth, children, conception, daughter, daughters, destiny, family, fertility, God, pregnancy, sons
i could see he was surprised. my husband. i’d sat him down and said, “i was thinking of announcing this on the blog so i thought i should ask you first…”and i could see the questions in his eyes, and then i told him, “i think we should... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 3, 2013 | beauty, birth, curves, female body, femininity, hips, identity, motherhood, oswald chambers, pregnancy, self-love, woman
Source: karenswhimsy.com via Tina on Pinteresti’m used to apologizing for them.”i’m sorry about my wide Dow hips,” i said as my friend slid into the sled beside me, both of us with babies on our knees and toddlers between our legs, children... 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,...