Snowdrift Hymns
Tiny notes hammered on the hidden harp float up into my little ears and flutter about like snowflakes looking for a place to land. My daddy’s voice comes in on lead. Reverb passes through walls like the resurrected Christ. Warm in this fortress, I open my eyes and...Grace in the Grocery
I have squeezed his shoulder with the Vulcan death grip. I have growled low and almost yelled out “I am Mommy, hear me roar!” I have stared him down and let him know not to cross me. All this in the middle of the grocery. He sits next to his little sister, too close...Starfields: A Song for Epiphany
The night sky was free of clouds The village fields held no fire The people sang their pain out loud There they danced and never tired Off the map and through the mountains I stumbled on that place And found a harvest ripe with stars In the fields of outer space He...
Gone with the Woods: Clearing the Way for Blessing
We balanced ourselves as we skied down the slippery steps and headed toward the tree line. My hound tugged against the leather leash and pulled me like he was a snow dog making tracks out in the wild. It was as close as we could get to such a thing– our...Creative Christmas Gallery
Our homespun artwork on this year’s Christmas card was inspired by two artists: Charles Schulz and George Louis Wiley. The season just wouldn’t be the same without Schulz’s famous holiday favorite, “A Charlie Brown Christmas”. And...
The Grow-Down Gospel
With a weathered spoon, I am chasing bubbles in the boiling oatmeal when my three-year-old stampedes down the wooden stairs, shouting out with the tree in his sights. “Shh!” I shake my head, “Your sister’s still sleeping.” It’s a ruckus when he’s in the room....He Who Is Small
You don’t notice her crying at the top of the swirly slide, how she’s blissfully bounded the steps and gotten herself stuck at the top…like you did once. Now there’s no way out of this except down– zooming over slippery metal or clambering backward on the...
Time All Busted to Pieces
It’s six o’clock on the dot when my paper bag and I pass together under the aching trees. Above, leaves rally their best color, a burst of beauty close to the end, something to remember them by. I rest the bag on the porch. The steam of hot stew and warm bread rises...
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