by Emily Wierenga | Nov 14, 2012 | baby, birth, Brandee Shafer, die, doubting thomas, God, imperfect prose on thursdays, motherhood, prayer, pregnancy, spirituality
Art by Dot Samuel at Psalms of Samuel in Watercolor(post by Brandee Shafer)They counted to three and, working together, swung me from bed to table. Strange to witness their strain when I felt nearly weightless; I am a pendulum, I thought, tugged by time. I am... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 7, 2012 | boys, busy, imperfect prose on thursdays, motherhood, organization, parenting, scheduling, she loves magazine, sons, stay-at-home, working mom, writing
Sometimes it’s hard, knowing how to balance ourselves with our kids and our husband and the washing machine going 24-7. Sometimes it’s about finding ourselves in the piles of laundry, in the peanut-butter kisses and the sticky hands trying to close your laptop when... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 24, 2012 | birth, book, boy, daughter, eating disorders, family, father, girl, imperfect prose on thursdays, mother, skinny, sons
Maybe it’s one of the reasons I whisper hallelujah each time I find a boy in my womb growing long and limber, although I know eating disorders are just as real for them, 25 per cent real in fact, and we just don’t realize it. That men sometimes hide in toilet bowls... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 17, 2012 | anorexia, attention, boy, brother, bulimia, chasing silhouettes, duane scott, eating disorders, family, giveaway, imperfect prose on thursdays, starvation
(guest post by duane scott)He’s not a tall boy, I notice, and so thin. Almost sickly. His arms look like a boy half his age. We’re in Canada at a boy’s retreat and my heart goes out to him so I look him square with empathy because I’m ready to hear his story, whatever... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 10, 2012 | babies, children, dying, God, hard, holy, imperfect prose on thursdays, killing, new testament, old testament, parenting, prayer
aiden is talking in full sentences now, so i’m trying to make Jesus a part of our regular vocabulary, and i am putting him to bed, asking him if he knows how much God loves him. he stretches his arms out wide like a cross. “this much” he whispers.... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 3, 2012 | adoption, childbirth, children, glynn young, God, grandchildren, imperfect prose on thursdays, interview, nancy franson, parenting, pregnancy, the high calling
When my kids were young I used to tell them that someday, when they had children of their own, I was going to buy each one of them a pony. It was really more of a threat than a promise, as in:If the two of you don’t stop fighting and getting on my last good nerve, I...