by Emily Wierenga | Sep 7, 2012 | children, fighting, forgiveness, guns, mothers, play, satan, soul, violence
“sometimes when people get mad at me, i come in here and stand on my bed and look out the window to see if mommy is coming to get me,” joey says. he’s standing on his bed as he says this, the trees turning color through the window.he’s a... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 5, 2012 | amazing, art, beer, believers, children, church, community, ed cyzewski, festival, grace, hippies, hymns, imperfect prose on thursdays, parenting, synchroblog, wild goose festival
it’s a collapse of child and mother, the after-supper kind of collapse. we haven’t seen each other all weekend because i’ve been away and we have joey and jin here too. and sometimes this having other people in our home feels a bit like the curtains... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 29, 2012 | cancer, children, flowers, garden, identity, love, mum, needing, parenting, she loves magazine
…As a mother of four boys—two of them my own—I’m trying to need them in the way that Mum needed her flowers, in the way that she needed me when she got cancer. In the way that she would leave messages on my answering machines which consisted mostly of “umm,” and... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 29, 2012 | calling, children, christians, crucifixion, david platt, holy spirit, homeless, Jesus, radical, sacrifice
the more i read Radical the more uncomfortable i become, because i’m not sure that i’m a christian. i think i’m a wannabe follower of Christ who’s missed the boat. he said, follow me, and i said, wait! i have my art and my writing and my... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 30, 2012 | abandonment, belief, bond, children, faith, family, forever, forgiveness, hope, love, parenting
i’m singing the lord is my shepherd this morning while spooning kasher baby cereal and he looks at me with eyes that say, i trust you mommy. and i know, without a doubt, in that moment, that i will never leave him.he will leave me, yes. but i will never leave... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 22, 2012 | aids, bible, book, cancer, children, colorado shootings, dad, greatest, journey, love, message, mum, parents, poverty, salvation, story
we didn’t get along but i wanted to be like him.every morning without fail my dad would bow on the carpet and pray to a God i longed to see, and he read his bible and we weren’t allowed to disturb him.mum would scribble bible verses on little pieces of...