by Emily Wierenga | Aug 27, 2013 | cutting, ER, faith, hope, hurt, invisible, knife, pain, prodigal magazine, scars, school, self-harm, story, teenager
DISCLAIMER: This story contains strong imagery surrounding self harm. If you or someone you know is suffering self abuse please seek council, and tell someone you trust. Search for the best resources in your area here.... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 21, 2013 | #imperfectprose, carpe diem, children, faith, family, fear, gardening, happiness, hope, imperfect prose link-up, joy, loss, love, miscarriage
“The glory of God is a human being fully alive; and to be alive consists in beholding God.” ~St. Iraneaus They eat peas by the handful, shelling them and tossing the green pods, the evening sun on their bathed heads and Kasher’s pajamas are already dirty from... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 14, 2013 | #imperfectprose, envy, hope, jealousy, loss, miscarriage, mourning, pregnancy, rejoicing, womanhood
She’s my youngest sister and I’m standing in her house in Calgary, one of the homes that didn’t get flooded and we’re making pizza. I’ve pulled and prodded the dough and she’s slathering spaghetti sauce and shaved mozzarella cheese.We were pregnant at the same time,... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 7, 2013 | children, Deanne Moore, hope, labor, midwifery, miscarriage, pregnancy, stillbirth, womanhood, women
I’m away this week, taking a break from blogging to spend time with family. It’s my great pleasure to introduce Deanne Moore, one of the sweetest, most humble women I have had the privilege of meeting online. She has a poetic heart and a gift for... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 19, 2013 | book giveaway, Dena Dyer, divorce, faith, hope, marriage, prayer, separation, women, wounded
I’m honored to host my friend and High Calling Editor Dena Dyer on my blog today; Dena is giving away a copy of her NEW book–Wounded Women of the Bible! Leave a comment below to win. Guest post by Dena Dyer My sweet mother-in-law once inscribed a card... by Emily Wierenga | May 31, 2013 | children, christian, faith, family, farming, hope, Jesus, motherhood, parenting
Sometimes all you can hear is the quiet and it’s the loudest sound ever.The sound of your heart singing to the One that made you, and you hear it as the boys are running in the soil barefoot, Opa’s tractor in the distance dropping seed into the dirt.You...