by Emily Wierenga | Mar 17, 2012 | bravery, children, courage, faith, fathers, fear, God, hope, love, mothers
my palms are rough and i don’t feel very brave, sobbing into them.trent has hurt my feelings because we’re both tired, and there are four pairs of eyes watching and it’s too much sometimes. so i go to my room and sit on our feather tick and cry. ask... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 14, 2012 | food, forever, husband, love, marriage, wife
he loves me with glasses of strawberry wine and cheese sticks arranged pretty on a plate. he loves me by waking early and frying pancakes for the kids, with bacon and strawberries, and making eggs for me, with peppers and onions, even though the onions make him cry.... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 12, 2012 | family, father, fostering, grace, Jesus, love, mother
it’s more than singing these days. “Jesus” is something Joey says all of the time, now, like water, or bread, or Lego, like he’s learning a new word and he doesn’t want to forget it. but then there is everything else.like the fact that he... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 4, 2012 | family, forgiveness, fostering, God, grace, husband, love, quitting
it’s easy to love someone when he lets you sleep in, rising with all four boys. when he makes you scrambled eggs with bacon, and coffee. it’s not so easy when he makes you cry. when he tells you he’s worried, he doesn’t think you can handle... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 26, 2012 | baby, death, funeral, God, heaven, love, mother
i forget, for a moment, how angry i am at God, when i hold my new nephew, whose brown feet conduct an invisible orchestra.babies give God a face, and when you look at them, it’s so easy to believe. but when they die, at 18 months, it’s so easy to stop... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 15, 2012 | anorexia, anorexia nervosa, commitment, God, love, marriage, prayer
I lie in red pajamas on the living room sofa, my husband, Trenton, on the other in his comfy clothes—his green-ribbed shirt with the hole and his fuzzy pants that have no waist. “Our good times were more than our bad,” he says in a voice that aches.“Yes, but our bad...