by Emily Wierenga | Nov 4, 2013 | bible, church, daddy issues, doubt, father, God, gospel, heresy, infallible, Jesus, new testament, old testament, questions, scripture, sin, trinity, truth
via Emily Jay photographyI love Jesus. I’ve loved him since I was a little girl in a mushroom cut with round plastic glasses and pink sweatpants. He was there for me when I had no friends because we moved ten times before I turned seven. He was there for me when... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 23, 2013 | gospel, homeless, hungry, inner city, love, mission, poverty, prodigal magazine, street person
I can’t walk into a fast food restaurant bathroom anymore without seeing her legs, the way they stuck skinny beneath the door that day in old man pants, with white socks and black slippers. A little girl and her mother were in front of me and we all froze and I said... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 24, 2013 | #imperfectprose, camping, compromise, doubt, faith, gospel, hard, imperfect prose on thursdays, love, tenting, theology
I’m not sure when tenting got hard.We go every summer with our blue Coleman tent and our blow-up mattress, our matches and our firewood and we drive the west with its snowy peaks and its turquoise lakes. Black bear sightings on the side of the road and cars... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 8, 2013 | Brother Lawrence, children, christianity, diapers, gospel, guilt, Jesus, motherhood, serving, tiredness, weariness, womanhood
I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her face. From the life in her eyes. She was radiant, and I told her this. But she didn’t see it. She didn’t see how she shone. She just saw the way she failed, every day, to get off the couch when the kids went to... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 28, 2012 | church, gospel, human, hypocrisy, imperfect prose on thursdays, integrity, Jesus, lies, love, pastors, priest, sin
The Last Supper by e. wierenga (http://www.etsy.com/shop/canvaschild) Church wasn’t safe for me growing up. It was a place where we all had to pretend to be something we weren’t. On the drive home each Sunday, we would all be so cranky and tired, Dad would often have... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 16, 2012 | childhood, cutting, eating disorders, food, foster children, God, gospel, guilt, healing, heaven, love, medication, mental illness, motherhood, pain, purging, sadness, saving, sorrow
(before watching video, scroll down and pause music player on right-hand side of blog…)it’s been a bloody kind of week.you know, the kind that seeps all red onto pillows from little boys’ noses after they’ve hurt themselves on purpose because...