by Emily Wierenga | Jul 24, 2013 | #imperfectprose, camping, compromise, doubt, faith, gospel, hard, imperfect prose on thursdays, love, tenting, theology
I’m not sure when tenting got hard.We go every summer with our blue Coleman tent and our blow-up mattress, our matches and our firewood and we drive the west with its snowy peaks and its turquoise lakes. Black bear sightings on the side of the road and cars... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 17, 2013 | #imperfectprose, blogging, camping, God, homeless, hungry, hurt, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, pain, street people
Kasher is chanting on the top of Trent’s shoulders, and it sounds like a monk’s song. We’re camping at Snaring River where we tented back when I was 39 weeks with the same boy. There are no flush toilets here. No hot showers. Just the bare smell of nature,...