by Emily Wierenga | Apr 22, 2013 | author, book, brokenness, eating disorders, giveaway, healing, Hollow, hope, identity, Jena Morrow, The Love Dare
(Guest post by author Jena Morrow)All my life I had dreamt of becoming a mommy. It wasn’t my only dream, but it was certainly the most important dream in my little girl heart. I was the child who never went anywhere without a baby doll tucked under my arm... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 6, 2013 | Abraham, belief, cancer, children, children's hospital, dark, daughter, doubt, dying, faith, hope, imperfect prose on thursdays, light, scripture, son, suffering
welcome to imperfect prose on thursdays. this week’s prompt is two-fold: a word: BELIEVE, or a photo (see left). feel free to link up below.”there’s no dark valley like the children’s hospital,” she says, and the words crumble like dry... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 12, 2012 | a deeper family, bon jovi, dating, God, hope, husband, love, marriage, relationship, romance, wife
It’s not that you’re not in love, it’s just that love becomes so ordinary, like peanut butter and jam on toast for breakfast, every single day, when sometimes you need Eggos with blueberry syrup. Or a walk in the autumn leaves without children underfoot. Just you, and... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 26, 2012 | book launch, book release, chasing silhouettes, death, dying, eating disorders, giclee print, giveaway, hope, imperfect prose on thursdays, meal, nurses, she loves magazine, skinny
Rachel Naomi Reimer wrote, “What a blessing it is to outlive your self-judgement and harvest your failures.”I think it’s a blessing just to outlive something.Because the nurses said I should have died. Funny, I didn’t feel like I was dying. I didn’t really feel like I... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 12, 2012 | bills, book giveaway, cara sexton, children, hope, imperfect prose on thursdays, joy, lamp, light, peace, politics, whimsy smitten, winner
I am tired and too delicate for this world. It all seems to fly at me at once today, an assault of worldly concerns and it feels like just too much and I whisper for Jesus to come and come soon and all the while I feel like a hopeless lunatic just waving my arms as... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 1, 2012 | birthday, dessert, eating disorder, fear, flower, food, garden, hope, love, mum, she loves magazine, woman
She always made me carrot cake, from scratch, on my birthday. It was the one dessert I’d let myself eat because it tasted like love.Mum would stand in the kitchen, August wind blowing through gingham curtains, her apron on, mixing, and she always looked a little sad,...