by Emily Wierenga | Oct 7, 2013 | bible, children, discipline, doubt, faith, freedom, guilt, judgement, mother-guilt, motherhood, preschool, pride, television, vegetables, working mom
Aiden waves at me from the water. His eyes look green today; other days they’re brown, like his father’s. He blows bubbles and kicks and the teacher leads them out of the big pool and into the kiddie one.I sit with my knees tucked to my chest, watching... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 3, 2013 | bible, faith, guilt, kids, mom, motherhood, motivation, parenting, pregnancy, school, summer
So it’s summer.The kids are out of school, or soon they will be, but the housework doesn’t end and their needs don’t either.And maybe you’re pregnant and hormonal like me.Maybe you’re missing your evening glass of wine and your morning... 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 | Feb 27, 2013 | 40 Days of Water, alcohol, brennan manning, coffee, death, drink, Easter, eating disorders, Emily Maynard, food, guilt, Lent, numbers, poverty, sacrifice, sin, theology
Welcome to Imperfect Prose on Thursdays! This week’s prompt is FOOD. Recently, an editor asked me to compile all of my stats: numbers from Facebook and Twitter and blog, etcetera.Numbers undo me. I’m an eating disorder survivor. For seven years of my life,... 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...