by Emily Wierenga | Apr 25, 2012 | ann voskamp, children, cross, desert, giveaway, heart, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, love, mother letters, motherhood, oasis, seth and amber haines
i hear it on the cat in the hat while i’m feeding the boys goldfish crackers. “if you want to find water in the desert, you have to look in the right places.”i pause, suddenly aware of how thirsty i am, and the cartoon character continues, “but... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 13, 2012 | children, feature posts, guinea pig, laughter, life, photos, spring
the thing about spring is, everywhere you look, there are signs of new life.thank you, dear loves, for linking up with us this week… every friday we’re going to shine some light on posts we believe deserve extra notice, either for their transparency,... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 9, 2012 | children, church, Easter, God, holiness, Jesus, risen, sled, snow, snowmobile, wilderness
sometimes there is a rightness to the world. as though the earth is humming with angels’ songs and all you have to do is hush, to hear it.we attended church this easter sunday, and the sermon was good and convicting and solid. but we also rode for half an hour... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 6, 2012 | brown skin, children, cross, Easter, Jesus, love, peace
My foster son is sitting at the white table, the little one I bought at Superstore. He’s coloring. “When I’m old, Jesus is going to make me a Fisher of Man,” says Joey. I listen from my laptop. “Like Opa, or Uncle Phil. Uncle Phil likes fishing.” Joey is new to church... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 26, 2012 | anne lamott, candles, children, disciples, Jesus, vietnam war
anne lamott writes of a man who once stood outside the white house, holding a candle every night, for weeks on end, during the vietnam war.a reporter finally asked him, “do you really think you’ll change the world by holding a candle?” to which this... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 17, 2012 | bravery, children, courage, faith, fathers, fear, God, hope, love, mothers
my palms are rough and i don’t feel very brave, sobbing into them.trent has hurt my feelings because we’re both tired, and there are four pairs of eyes watching and it’s too much sometimes. so i go to my room and sit on our feather tick and cry. ask...