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 16, 2013 | anger, brain cancer, British, family, forgiveness, grandmother, heaven, mum, nanny, prodigal magazine, suicide
Sometimes it’s easier to feel angry.It’s easier to feel angry than it is to admit how much you miss her.It’s easier to feel angry than it is to stare at that urn with its Chinese markings and to know that your British grandmother died from a razor... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 10, 2013 | anger, brokenness, children, forgiveness, God, holly grantham, imperfect prose on thursdays, mistakes, motherhood, words
Welcome to Imperfect Prose on Thursdays, a place where we blog about redemption! Today’s post is by IP Team Member Holly Grantham of A Lifetime of Days. Link up your posts below! The morning begins simply and purposefully. The boys and I eat breakfast,... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 11, 2013 | body image, forgiveness, mom in the mirror, Preston Yancey, rape, relationship, security, self-esteem, self-love
It’s A Love Dare, friends. A dare to love ourselves, and we’re meeting every Monday to discuss what this looks like.Today I’ve invited my friend, Preston Yancey, to share his views on how we perceive our worth. In this post, Preston... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 8, 2013 | abortion, abuse, alcohol, church, cocaine, drugs, forgiveness, God, murder
I’ve invited my friend, Britt, to share her story, here, of abuse, abortion and redemption. Won’t you welcome her, in the comments?I.She knew before she took the test. In the middle of snorting another line of cocaine, she knew she was... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 7, 2012 | children, fighting, forgiveness, guns, mothers, play, satan, soul, violence
“sometimes when people get mad at me, i come in here and stand on my bed and look out the window to see if mommy is coming to get me,” joey says. he’s standing on his bed as he says this, the trees turning color through the window.he’s a...