by Emily Wierenga | Dec 25, 2013 | brain cancer, childhood, children, christmas, lessons, mum, nativity, the high calling
It’s December 25, 2009. My son is just over a month old in his blue booties, the ones I bought this summer in Italy when I went to Lake Como for a writer’s conference.And I feel like Hannah.Aiden is my miracle child, the one we’ve been praying for the past few years,... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 18, 2013 | brain cancer, identity, mum, self-worth, swimming
Mum went swimming the other day. She wore a brand-new bathing suit and it’s been three years since she recovered from brain cancer and I don’t ever remember her swimming before.My brother says she has. He says I just don’t remember and he says this with his face bent... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 3, 2013 | anorexia, brain cancer, caregiving, faith, God, hollywood, homeschooling, Jesus, love, marriage, mum, virginity
This, friends, is what I wish the world knew about love. I wish I could take the world on my knee and hold it close and then tell it stories of my life and my family and what they’ve taught me about the kind of love no Hollywood movie can capture.The kind of... by Emily Wierenga | May 20, 2013 | blog, blogging, brain cancer, death, korea, mum, technology, vacation, virtual community, words, writing
I am sitting across from my blogger friend and her husband, in Tennessee. The walls are cumin yellow and there is a basket of limes and lemons in the center of the dining room table.It’s lush here. It’s been raining and the leaves are the kind of green... by Emily Wierenga | Apr 16, 2013 | anger, brain cancer, British, family, forgiveness, grandmother, heaven, mum, nanny, prodigal magazine, suicide
Sometimes it’s easier to feel angry.It’s easier to feel angry than it is to admit how much you miss her.It’s easier to feel angry than it is to stare at that urn with its Chinese markings and to know that your British grandmother died from a razor... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 8, 2013 | answered, cancer, column, everyday radical, faith, mother teresa, mum, pastor's wife, pope, prayer, prodigal magazine, sorrow
When you spread out your hands in prayer, I will hide my eyes from you; even if you offer many prayers, I will not listen.Your hands are full of blood; wash and make yourselves clean. Take your evil deeds out of my sight! Stop doing wrong,learn to do right! Seek...