by Emily Wierenga | Apr 2, 2013 | Biblical womanhood, evangelical feminism, feminism, husband, leadership, marriage, prodigal magazine, servant-hood, spiritual mothers, submission, wife, woman's manifesto, womanhood, women pastors
Dear sisters, dear spiritual mothers and daughters and midwives and stay at home mamas;Dear women pastors and elders and janitors and lawyers and teachers and artists,I celebrate us. I think this is obvious from my Woman’s Manifesto.But.I fear for us too.I fear... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 5, 2013 | children, daughter, death, grief, husband, loss, miscarriage, mourning, pregnancy, prodigal magazine, wife
She slid so smoothly into the toilet.And you didn’t know you would ache like that, with a baby-shaped sadness.You didn’t know you would watch her wash out of you, that she would stain your bathroom rug red, and that you wouldn’t be able to move from... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 13, 2013 | brokenness, divorce, faith, flowers, God, husband, love, man, marriage, relationship, roses, sacrifice, valentine's day, wife, woman
i worry, you know.i worry that i don’t accurately show you how broken i am.i worry that you think i’m a good person, or that i have the God-thing all figured out, or that i never get lonely, or never wonder if people like me.every time i post, it is... by Emily Wierenga | Nov 12, 2012 | a deeper family, bon jovi, dating, God, hope, husband, love, marriage, relationship, romance, wife
It’s not that you’re not in love, it’s just that love becomes so ordinary, like peanut butter and jam on toast for breakfast, every single day, when sometimes you need Eggos with blueberry syrup. Or a walk in the autumn leaves without children underfoot. Just you, and... 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....