by Emily Wierenga | Oct 21, 2013 | adoption, church, faith, fostering, grief, hope, infertility, loneliness, loss, miscarriage, mother, woman
You–who’s lost seven children in miscarriage; who dreams at night of being called Mother and who weeps over Fisher Price commercials.You–who’s been told her whole life that womanhood is synonymous with motherhood, who’s tried and cried... 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 | Jan 3, 2013 | beauty, birth, curves, female body, femininity, hips, identity, motherhood, oswald chambers, pregnancy, self-love, woman
Source: karenswhimsy.com via Tina on Pinteresti’m used to apologizing for them.”i’m sorry about my wide Dow hips,” i said as my friend slid into the sled beside me, both of us with babies on our knees and toddlers between our legs, children... 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... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 1, 2012 | birthday, dessert, eating disorder, fear, flower, food, garden, hope, love, mum, she loves magazine, woman
She always made me carrot cake, from scratch, on my birthday. It was the one dessert I’d let myself eat because it tasted like love.Mum would stand in the kitchen, August wind blowing through gingham curtains, her apron on, mixing, and she always looked a little sad,... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 20, 2012 | abide, beauty, doing, God, idleness, imperfect prose on thursdays, joy, laughter, proverbs 31, sewing, suzannah paul, tea, the smitten word, woman
(post and photo by suzannah paul)When she said, “Where better to look than Proverbs 31?”my heart sunk hard and I lifted tea to lips in lame disguise.I am Suzannah’s complete lack of enthusiasmIn this sorority, we’re tested veterans,survivors of...