by Emily Wierenga | Oct 30, 2013 | cancer, death, faith, funerals, imperfect prose, love, marriage, romance
My dad (left) with his older brother, Uncle Dennis, who passed away this week.It was spring and we’d just finished dinner.We were living in Blyth, a small theater town and Mum still sick with brain cancer. Uncle Dennis and Aunt Marion were over, and they’d... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 11, 2013 | #duckdynasty, #imperfectprose, cancer, Duck Dynasty, family, hunting, kay, love, marriage, phil, prayer, Robertsons, squirrels, vows, wedding, willie
Please note, I do not approve of guns or hunting or squirrels being killed. My father in law, however, does.So when you’re sitting down at a table beneath the trees five hundred yards from your inlaws’ house and it’s Sunday, and you’ve said... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 4, 2013 | cancer, church, death, faith, peace, psalm 23, shadow, sheep, shepherd, trust
I’m learning how to shepherd. I feel the call, tugging at my hemline.But before you can shepherd, you have to know what it means to be a sheep.Sabbaths are hard for me. Not because I don’t want to rest but because I feel obligated to keep doing, keep... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 29, 2013 | Amy Bowman, beauty, cancer, cancer journey, God, journal, mom in the mirror, motherhood, pain, prayer, radiation, The Love Dare, truth, womanhood
Journal of CancerApril 2011Radiation–Round 13 of 26I have come far. I have so much to be thankful for. There are many ups and downs. Today was a down, but I’ll get back up there.I was late for radiation today.It was a hard morning…I... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 6, 2013 | Abraham, belief, cancer, children, children's hospital, dark, daughter, doubt, dying, faith, hope, imperfect prose on thursdays, light, scripture, son, suffering
welcome to imperfect prose on thursdays. this week’s prompt is two-fold: a word: BELIEVE, or a photo (see left). feel free to link up below.”there’s no dark valley like the children’s hospital,” she says, and the words crumble like dry... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 8, 2013 | answered, cancer, column, everyday radical, faith, mother teresa, mum, pastor's wife, pope, prayer, prodigal magazine, sorrow
When you spread out your hands in prayer, I will hide my eyes from you; even if you offer many prayers, I will not listen.Your hands are full of blood; wash and make yourselves clean. Take your evil deeds out of my sight! Stop doing wrong,learn to do right! Seek...