by Emily Wierenga | May 27, 2013 | Aiden, disappointment, discouragement, doubt, faith, God, Oklahoma, prayer
The women I was honored to share the stage with in Nashville: Iora (Kirsten Haglund’s mother), Kirsten Haglund (Miss America 2008), and my co-author and friend, Dr. Dena CabreraIt was windy last week, the kind of windy that reminded me of Oklahoma and the nine... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 19, 2013 | doubt, father, fault, forgiveness, God, mother, Purity Culture, self-loathing, sexual abuse, shame, suicide
(Guest post by Anonymous*) The blogosphere has been discussing the Purity Culture a lot lately. I’ve heard all sides from how it hurt those who did and didn’t “wait,” how harmful it is to all sexes and genders and races, and so on. Having been... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 3, 2013 | belief, Christ, doubt, faith, Gideon, God, incarnation, Jesus, manifestation, persecution, spiritual, truth, vision, visitation
The light, falling through broken blinds on our unmade bed and the books piled up, dog-eared and clothes on the floor and laundry folded in a basket waiting to be put away. It was early morning and the boys, all four of them this Easter weekend, were doing a... 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 6, 2013 | beliefs, disappointment, doubt, faith, foster children, hardship, Jesus, jin, joey, motherhood, sleep, sorrow, trust, trusting
joey calls “hello” from the bedroom, in his new bed upstairs, because kasher and aiden sleep together now and he’s spending every second weekend here (with us providing respite) and the rest of the time with his mom in the city.it’s a quiet... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 23, 2012 | abandonment, black friday, cross, crucifixion, doubt, God, Jesus, love, prayer
kasher, when he was 3 months old, in a corn field.black friday happened last week for me. it happened on the bed in the office, on the patchwork quilt that my friend stitched for me. it happened in the rumpled form of a writer who was twisted up and crying out to a...