by Emily Wierenga | Nov 6, 2013 | children, discouragement, encouragement, failure, imperfect prose link-up, MOB Society, motherhood, passing, son, swimming lessons
via daniel arsham on instagramHe’ll be four in November, my Aiden, my miracle child whom doctors said I wouldn’t have, because of the anorexia. He’s standing at the far end of the swimming pool shivering in his camouflage shorts with the orange... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 14, 2013 | 99 Balloons, A Story Unfinished, book giveaway, death, faith, father, life, losing, Matt Mooney, son
I met Matt Mooney a few months ago through a mutual friend, Amber Haines, and realized soon after that I’d met a brother. Matt is one of the most honest, genuine and caring people I know and it’s my true honor to introduce him to you today, and to tell you... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 6, 2013 | Abraham, belief, cancer, children, children's hospital, dark, daughter, doubt, dying, faith, hope, imperfect prose on thursdays, light, scripture, son, suffering
welcome to imperfect prose on thursdays. this week’s prompt is two-fold: a word: BELIEVE, or a photo (see left). feel free to link up below.”there’s no dark valley like the children’s hospital,” she says, and the words crumble like dry... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 31, 2013 | Brandee Shafer, children, divorce, growing up, imperfect prose on thursdays, light, motherhood, son, teenager
welcome to imperfect prose on thursdays. this week’s prompt is LIGHT. please feel free to link an old or new post. today’s host is imperfect team member Brandee Shafer, with photos by Anjie Kay.The pastor asked us to choose some verses for the ceremony,... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 16, 2012 | beach, dedication, family, God, kayaking, pastor, son, summer, water
We’re kayaking, and water falls from our paddles forming circles in the water, hundreds of concentric circles expanding, like the lake is one large tree, and we are counting its ages. “See how they pass seamlessly through the waves and ripples?” Trent says. He’s... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 4, 2012 | barge parties, camp, family, fear, freedom, midnight swims, rockridge canyon, son, toddler, woman, zip line
we’re leaving RockRidge Canyon tomorrow, heading home, and we’re leaving behind this zip line and barge parties and midnight swims.and this camp has reminded me i’m a woman, not just a mother or a wife, and has let me laugh louder than i have in a...