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 | Jun 26, 2013 | #imperfectprose, child, faith, healing, Jesus, miracle, prodigal magazine, savior, walk, wheelchair
Sometimes I wonder if Jesus is who he says he is because I read about the miracles in the New Testament, I read about him healing and the woman touching his robe and his power is so very evident.And then I lose a child whom God could have easily saved and I... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 12, 2013 | affirmation, baby, birth, children, faith, junkie, love, pregnancy, prodigal magazine
My nephew, Lucas, was born with two holes in his heart.He didn’t get to feel his mother’s arms holding him until two weeks after he was born, because he had open heart surgery and was hooked up to tubes that were saving his life.She held him for the... by Emily Wierenga | May 29, 2013 | bible, burned, church, control, devotions, evangelicalism, imperfect prose on thursdays, motherhood, prodigal magazine, religion, self, the me generation
…For a while, I became so burned by the church that I decided I would take things into my own hands.I would not get hurt again. I would make the Bible what I wanted it to be and I would apply only the parts of it that I wanted to believe in. I would play god.... by Emily Wierenga | May 13, 2013 | book giveaway, book launch, identity, mom in the mirror, naked, prodigal magazine, sex, skin, wedding night
We borrowed my aunt’s cabin, by the water.We arrived late with a bottle of wine and I stepped on the back of my wedding dress as we crossed the threshold.I didn’t see anything but the bed, with its nicely folded corners and my new husband already in his... by Emily Wierenga | May 1, 2013 | book giveaway, bread and wine, cooking, homemade meals, kitchen, making love, prodigal magazine, shauna niequist
Growing up, we ate Saturday Stew.It was a conglomeration of all of the week’s leftovers in one pot, because we lived under the poverty line, and my parents hated waste.So if we didn’t finish our supper, the week before, it would go into the pot and we dreaded...