by Emily Wierenga | Jul 30, 2012 | abandonment, belief, bond, children, faith, family, forever, forgiveness, hope, love, parenting
i’m singing the lord is my shepherd this morning while spooning kasher baby cereal and he looks at me with eyes that say, i trust you mommy. and i know, without a doubt, in that moment, that i will never leave him.he will leave me, yes. but i will never leave... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 11, 2012 | anniversary, bible school, children, God, hope, husband, love, marriage, renew, submission, vows
you’ve always saved me, in your own quiet Christ-like way.”i don’t ever want our house to be without children,” i tell you. “even when we’re old, so long as we have beds, we have children,” and you nod and you smile.but just... by Emily Wierenga | May 30, 2012 | anorexia nervosa, art, book, chasing silhouettes, families, giveaway, hope, hungry, imperfect prose on thursdays, love, pre-order, starving
The nurses murmured to each other under fluorescent lighting as I lay shivering on the metal hospital bed, cold. Later, I would learn that they had marveled at my hypothermic, sixty-pound sack of bones, reasoning, “She should be dead.” I was a breach of science; a... by Emily Wierenga | May 25, 2012 | art, children, colors, darkness, God, hope, light, opportunity, parenting, rain, sunshine, the gypsy mama
it rained on tuesday. rain is good for growing things, like cucumbers and tomatoes and patience. the boys splashed in the puddles and kasher insisted on sitting plunk in the middle of one.we were cold and wet and we stomped mud across the floor and changed into soft... by Emily Wierenga | May 16, 2012 | blessing, foster children, God, help, hope, marriage, parenting, partnership, the high calling
It’s just nine in the morning, and I’m wishing to hear the garage door sliding shut, meaning Trenton is home, his bike parked.And I’ve never told him, because I’m too embarrassed of needing him this way. This desperate schoolgirl way that jumps when I hear him... by Emily Wierenga | May 7, 2012 | God, hardship, hope, ice, jasper, kids, marriage, prayer, snowboarding
“The earth is my shoe,” Trent says.He’s walking barefoot from the hot tub to the cabin. “For most people, every step is the same. For me, it’s all new. One step is smooth. Another, pokey, another, rough… every step is an adventure.”The sun seems brighter here in...