by Emily Wierenga | Sep 13, 2013 | Awake, boldness, book, courage, girl, idleness, justice, life, Noel Brewer Yeatts, numbness, pain, poverty, rape, woundedness
It’s my pleasure to welcome Noel Brewer Yeatts, vice president of the faith based humanitarian organization World Help–whom I’ll be traveling with to Rwanda and Uganda in January–to my humble blog, to give away her new book, Awake: Doing a... by Emily Wierenga | Sep 4, 2013 | #imperfectprose, bike, children, confidence, doubt, hurt, imperfect prose link-up, love, pain, parenting, redemption, training, trust
Aiden asked us to remove his training wheels this week. He’s three and a half and he’s growing weed-like and it scares me, but we took the wheels off.And that first night, Trent bent low and guided the bike long down the hamlet road, back and forth and... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 27, 2013 | cutting, ER, faith, hope, hurt, invisible, knife, pain, prodigal magazine, scars, school, self-harm, story, teenager
DISCLAIMER: This story contains strong imagery surrounding self harm. If you or someone you know is suffering self abuse please seek council, and tell someone you trust. Search for the best resources in your area here.... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 5, 2013 | church, community, depression, divorce, fellowship, isolation, pain, women
I’m away this week, taking a break from blogging to spend time with family, and am delighted to welcome friend and fellow blogger Stacy Edwards here today, to talk about women and why we crave community. By Stacy EdwardsI’m not a woman who makes friends... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 17, 2013 | #imperfectprose, blogging, camping, God, homeless, hungry, hurt, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, pain, street people
Kasher is chanting on the top of Trent’s shoulders, and it sounds like a monk’s song. We’re camping at Snaring River where we tented back when I was 39 weeks with the same boy. There are no flush toilets here. No hot showers. Just the bare smell of nature,... 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...