When Life Hands You Lemons, Make Lemon Bars
This holiday season, we were singing the “Twelve Days of Sickness” instead of the “Twelve Days of Christmas.” What started in mid-December with puke buckets and snot rags continued all season long and made us wonder if Christmas would happen...
Homecoming
Over the trees, the sound of trumpets came to me. Drums bellowed back at mallets punching. Summer days, the marching band played like always. I could hear it from my backyard. Some days it was the sound of war, other days of celebration. I knew something was coming...
The Details
Welcome to those visiting from The High Calling where I’m writing today about thriving through stress. If you like what you see here at Message in a Mason Jar, I’d love for you to join my {free!} email list to stay up on latest posts and other happenings here. I...
Our Spring Will Come
Sidewalks are the new riverbed. Water rushes down the slightest incline over cracks that break your mother’s back. Liquid leans over the frozen curb and flows down the path of least resistance. But not you, little boy. You pick the hard way. You bypass smooth terrain...
Frankincense and Mercy {A Birth Story and a Thank You Note}
Merci. It means “thank you” and it means the things I’m thankful for, all the ways you, my doula, acted out the full meaning of the word in “providing relief from suffering,” and showing “compassionate treatment of those in distress.” That was me when the water broke...
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