by Emily Wierenga | Aug 4, 2012 | barge parties, camp, family, fear, freedom, midnight swims, rockridge canyon, son, toddler, woman, zip line
we’re leaving RockRidge Canyon tomorrow, heading home, and we’re leaving behind this zip line and barge parties and midnight swims.and this camp has reminded me i’m a woman, not just a mother or a wife, and has let me laugh louder than i have in a... 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 | Jun 15, 2012 | chasing silhouettes, daughter, eating disorder, ernest dow, family, father's day, parenting
Neil C. Strait said, “The best gift a father can give to his son is the gift of himself – his time. For material things mean little, if there is not someone to share them with.”In my own life, I learned this too late. This fall our eldest daughter, Emily Wierenga, is... by Emily Wierenga | May 2, 2012 | belly buttons, children, church, community, family, God, humanity, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, mothers
(guest host today: tara pohlkotte)”mama, why do we have these?” my son asks lifting his shirt and running a fingerover his belly button.i explained that through it mama was able to keep him fed, keep him growing,sustained life deep within.”but why do... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 22, 2012 | belief, buds, emily dickinson, faith, family, flowers, God, heaven, hope, Jesus, katie davis, springtime, waiting
the birds have descended. flocking to fields filled with water, and when they rise their wings sound like hundreds of blankets being aired out in the breeze. they glint in the sun, these trumpet swans and mallards and pintail ducks and snowbirds, like guitar strings,... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 12, 2012 | family, father, fostering, grace, Jesus, love, mother
it’s more than singing these days. “Jesus” is something Joey says all of the time, now, like water, or bread, or Lego, like he’s learning a new word and he doesn’t want to forget it. but then there is everything else.like the fact that he...