by Emily Wierenga | Jan 6, 2014 | babies, birth, death, grief, heaven, hope, loss, miscarriage, mothers, open letter
Dear Mothers Who Have Miscarried, I’ve lost two, and it’s near torn me apart, this longing to be in heaven with my babies, but I’ve learned the secret to staying on earth. I learned the secret, just weeks ago, and I want to share it here with you, if... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 23, 2013 | A&E, christmas, forgiveness, GQ, homosexuality, hope, humanity, interview, Phil Robertson
So here’s the thing.What Phil Robertson — the patriarch of Duck Dynasty — said to GQ in the January 2014 issue, was out of place. Taking the interview itself was perhaps a mistake. Not every platform is a good platform, and not all publicity is good... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 15, 2013 | abortion, babies, broken, children, faith, forgiveness, hope, Jesus, miscarriage, mothers, women
I used to hate my body for not holding onto my babies.I blamed myself for my miscarriages, for the way I bled out perfectly good sacs with healthy children.But the thing is, the Bible says we’re made from the earth. We’re dirt. And dirt is made from broken... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 9, 2013 | art, blog, editing, eucharisteo, faith, family, grace, hope, links, love, pastor's wife, poetry, publishing, women, writing
Yellow Sunflowers Against Abstract Background, print on CANVAS. All of my prints are now 50% off for a limited time only on my Etsy site–originally $60, down to $30, with $15.50 shipping in Canada, $21.75 shipping to the States. Order HERE. Today I’m... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 21, 2013 | adoption, church, faith, fostering, grief, hope, infertility, loneliness, loss, miscarriage, mother, woman
You–who’s lost seven children in miscarriage; who dreams at night of being called Mother and who weeps over Fisher Price commercials.You–who’s been told her whole life that womanhood is synonymous with motherhood, who’s tried and cried... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 10, 2013 | A Stolen Life, brennan manning, courage, faith, God, hope, letting go, memoirs, sad stories, shelly miller
I was reading the memoir, A Stolen Life. I kept putting it down and then picking it up and saying how hard it was to read, and my husband asked, “Why do you then? Why do you read such sad stories?”I didn’t know the answer until I was standing on the...