by Emily Wierenga | Jan 9, 2013 | create, imperfect prose on thursdays, prompt
see you tonight! come one, come all, with your imperfect prose! by Emily Wierenga | Jan 2, 2013 | beliefs, blogger resolutions, blogging, faith, family, God, imperfect prose on thursdays, motherhood, writer, writing
as a blogger, who is also a believer, a mother, a wife and an artist, i vow, in the year 2013, to:1. never let the Nativity stop being born in my words, but more importantly, in my life, and if it does the latter, then i will refrain from the former until my personal... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 19, 2012 | adam lanza, arranged marriage, christmas, foster children, grief, hurting, imperfect prose on thursdays, love, newtown shootings, pain, sandy hook school elementary, silent night, troubled
when it is dark enough, you can see the stars. ~ persian proverbthey call it the spaceship song, and i don’t know why, but i sing it for aiden and joey anyway. “silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright…” and then joey is crying from... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 12, 2012 | advent, children, destiny, discouraged, dreams, hopes, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, mary, savior, tara pohlkotte, trust
Mother and Child, Watercolor, by E. Wierenga (www.etsy.com/shop/canvaschild)(Guest post by Tara Pohlkotte) The flu is making its way around our house this weekleaving tired bodies, instant needs, and a weary mama leaning on door jams to regain strength when... by Emily Wierenga | Dec 5, 2012 | depression, faith, foster care, humility, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, mary the mother of Jesus, motherhood, sadness, she loves magazine, virgin mary
As of this month I have no one. My nanny, a girl of 18 who’s been coming since we took the boys in, has moved. Trent has started coaching, so the hours are long in the bleak of winter dark and the kids are so small that I bundle them all up in snow-pants and toques... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 28, 2012 | church, gospel, human, hypocrisy, imperfect prose on thursdays, integrity, Jesus, lies, love, pastors, priest, sin
The Last Supper by e. wierenga (http://www.etsy.com/shop/canvaschild) Church wasn’t safe for me growing up. It was a place where we all had to pretend to be something we weren’t. On the drive home each Sunday, we would all be so cranky and tired, Dad would often have...