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When Mommy Grieves: How to walk with your children through loss

by Emily Wierenga | Jun 21, 2013 | children, comfort, faith, God's kingdom, grief, heaven, Jesus, joy, loss, miscarriage, motherhood, mourning, parenting

My tender-hearted son, Aiden, and I made a collage of people that Aiden loves: Jesus, holding the baby; hi and Kasher; him and his cousin Logan, him and Grandpa, and him and Joey. The collage hangs by his bed reminding him he is surrounded by love.Kasher’s...

To the Daughter of Tim Bosma on Father’s Day

by Emily Wierenga | Jun 11, 2013 | daughter, death, faith, father's day, God, heaven, loss, murder, Sharlene Bosma, suffering, Tim Bosma

(Friends, Thank you so much for your loving prayers, emails, messages, letters and phone calls concerning our miscarriage. We are just trying to survive right now, leaning into each other and into Jesus, taking one day at a time. We are desperately sad. I will write...

The ancient cry of mothers (when little ones suffer)

by Emily Wierenga | May 7, 2013 | child, children, cry, God's face, heart surgery, hurt, joy, loss, miracle, mother teresa, motherhood, pain, sorrow, suffering

Lucas George is just over a month old and he was born with two major heart defects. His heart is now beating on its own, which is a miracle, but up until recently, he could not keep any food down.He was chubby when he was born.And his mother–Trent’s...

The day I lost my baby girl

by Emily Wierenga | Mar 5, 2013 | children, daughter, death, grief, husband, loss, miscarriage, mourning, pregnancy, prodigal magazine, wife

She slid so smoothly into the toilet.And you didn’t know you would ache like that, with a baby-shaped sadness.You didn’t know you would watch her wash out of you, that she would stain your bathroom rug red, and that you wouldn’t be able to move from...

imperfect prose on thursdays: one life at a time

by Emily Wierenga | Apr 18, 2012 | brian miller, death, God, grieving, imperfect prose on thursdays, life, loss, religion, students, virginia tech shooting, waystation one

Distraction. Pain. Confusion. Anxiety. Wave after wave, with no idea where it is coming from—I sit at my desk fighting it for what seems like hours but the clock tells me thirty minutes.’I am sorry. I have to leave. I can’t tell you why, because I...
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