by Emily Wierenga | Dec 6, 2013 | christmas, depression, disordered eating, faith, feast, holidays, mental illness, prayer, social anxiety
(Guest Post by Anna Elmira, a dear friend of mine who’s battled the same eating issues I have, on how holidays can be hard for those with mental illnesses. Please welcome her?) “Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.” Psalm 119: 105. I sit... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 22, 2012 | 2012, art, blessing, born, children, christmas, family, foster children, free, gifts, Jesus, jin, joey, love, madeleine l'engle, manger, nativity, prayers, printable
this is no time for a child to be bornwith the earth betrayed by war and hateand a comet slashing the sky to warnthat time runs out and the sun burns latethat was no time for a child to be born,in a land in the crushing grip of Rome;honor and truth were trampled by... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 19, 2012 | adam lanza, arranged marriage, christmas, foster children, grief, hurting, imperfect prose on thursdays, love, newtown shootings, pain, sandy hook school elementary, silent night, troubled
when it is dark enough, you can see the stars. ~ persian proverbthey call it the spaceship song, and i don’t know why, but i sing it for aiden and joey anyway. “silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright…” and then joey is crying from... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 10, 2012 | a broken hallelujah, christmas, foster children, hardship, humility, hurt, Jesus, pain, prodigal magazine, redemption, synchroblog
Father, forgive me, for I have sinned. For the month of October I decided I was done. We took these boys in last February and their mom had until now to get on medication, to get her ducks in a row, and there are no ducks and I’m done with grace. I’m done with... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 26, 2012 | birth, body image, children, christmas, diet, eating, eating disorders, food, happiness, mothers, pregnancy, skinny, weight
i was eating key-lime pie and commenting on how good she looked, on her new shade of hair, and i mentioned that she’d lost weight, that she looked slimmer, and she glowed. the way mothers do when they’re told they’re beautiful, even as her teenage daughter walked by,...