by Emily Wierenga | Jul 13, 2012 | books, children, literature, reading, salvation, story, writing
three things i hope of my children: that they will love God with all of their heart, soul and mind; that they will love their neighbors as themselves; and that they will love to read.because books are doorways to the soul, and when the world is unfriendly, books say,... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 11, 2012 | anniversary, bible school, children, God, hope, husband, love, marriage, renew, submission, vows
you’ve always saved me, in your own quiet Christ-like way.”i don’t ever want our house to be without children,” i tell you. “even when we’re old, so long as we have beds, we have children,” and you nod and you smile.but just... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 7, 2012 | anne lamott, books, children, help, how-to, laundry, liturgy, perfectionism, summer, swimming, tips, word count, writing
i pin the colored fabric as though savoring a mango, this slice of time so sweet, and the sounds of children splashing in the pool. and all i want is to rest. to open wide this moment and step into it, to sit on a beach chair and hold my babies and breathe in their... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 5, 2012 | abingdon press, children, death, heaven, just write, letting go, love, mother, motherhood, sacrifice, the gypsy mama
well, there are many reasons.reasons like rising when you feel like falling, reasons like producing milk when you want to produce tears and being called to represent every feminine attribute of God for men, girls and boys, and not knowing night from day from hour... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 25, 2012 | a deeper story, children, crucifixion, death, Easter, God, hungry, hurting, Jesus, repentance, world
when i was a little girl in big plastic glasses and corduroy dresses, i would scrunch my eyes shut and imagine the crucifixion and try to feel the sadness i knew i was supposed to feel. i’d try to feel repentant but it was so much easier not to, because Jesus... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 22, 2012 | abandonment, angry, children, emotions, father, God, son
i’m trying not to listen but joey’s talking to his dad on the phone.and it’s been a week of anger. “my heart is bleeding,” he tells me one night. and the next morning, after he makes another boy cry i pull the door closed and pull him...