A Week of Lost Things (and How You’ve Got to Keep Filling the Vase)
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Thank You Notes
When I named this year the year of the Cheerful Giver, I expected I was to be the giver, searching out sources of joy and using them as fuel for nurturing my loved ones in a happy, lighthearted way. As it turns out, most of my education in cheerful giving would come...
Laugh Lines {A Lullaby}
Several years back, well before I became a mother, I sat in a middle school library helping one of my English language learners with her homework. She was a good student but fortunately wasn’t as obsessive as some of the students in her home country who...
Taking Up the Washing Bowl
“Don’t go wild with the water,” I told them through the kitchen window, “Dinner’s almost ready and we don’t need any more messes to clean up.” Sure enough, they squeaked the faucet on, filled up every bowl and bucket and drenched the decking and themselves. They...
Gracia Rose and the Basics of Life
I know things have been quiet here for a bit. Over Easter weekend, we welcomed sweet Gracia Rose to the family. Three times now, God has given me one of the most effective forms of stress relief known to woman– He’s given me a newborn to hold. If I...
The Work of Play
Dear Mother, I know you’re tired. There’s a reason for the cliche– it’s true our tasks are never done. But there’s something else you should think of adding to your to-do list. It’s this thing called play, the real work of the...
Until Life Is Finished with Me
I fanned through the stack of papers, a miniature hoarder and psychologist all in one, counseling myself on what to keep and what to toss. To me, the things worth keeping are words and pictures that show the inner workings and quirks, the seeds of imagination, the...
Don’t Rehearse the Pain {Take Heart Recap}
One of my favorite times of day comes when the lights go out and I arrange the pillows, when I finally cease my own striving and lay still enough to feel only the movements of what is to come, this baby I asked for, one I waited for like all my babies. She rolls...
His Eye Is on the Sparrow: Other Words to Help You Take Heart in the Quest for Wholeness
His Eye Is on the Sparrow, by Civilla D. Martin and Charles H. Gabriel Why should I feel discouraged? Why should the shadows come? Why should my heart be lonely And long for heaven and home, When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is he: His eye is on the...
I’m Darcy Wiley, co-writer of The Yes Effect: Accepting God’s Invitation to Transform the World Around You. I’m an explorer at heart… Read more