by Emily Wierenga | Jan 6, 2014 | babies, birth, death, grief, heaven, hope, loss, miscarriage, mothers, open letter
Dear Mothers Who Have Miscarried, I’ve lost two, and it’s near torn me apart, this longing to be in heaven with my babies, but I’ve learned the secret to staying on earth. I learned the secret, just weeks ago, and I want to share it here with you, if... by Emily Wierenga | Oct 21, 2013 | adoption, church, faith, fostering, grief, hope, infertility, loneliness, loss, miscarriage, mother, woman
You–who’s lost seven children in miscarriage; who dreams at night of being called Mother and who weeps over Fisher Price commercials.You–who’s been told her whole life that womanhood is synonymous with motherhood, who’s tried and cried... 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 16, 2013 | death, deidra riggs, faith, funeral, grief, husband, loss, love, mother-in-law, mourning, sadness
I had the privilege of meeting my dear friend Deidra Riggs in the flesh this past spring at the Jumping Tandem retreat, and she is every bit as authentic in person as she is on paper. I’m so happy to be able to host her today.My mother-in-law passed away in... 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 | Jun 24, 2013 | church, death, faith, humanness, loss, mourning, open letter, pain, pastor, pastor's daughter, sorrow
Dear Pastors,I am your daughter.I am the daughter of a reverend and I know what the inside of a church looks like. I know the hardness of the pew and the length of a Sunday morning and the visits: so many visits to so many strangers when all you want is for your daddy...