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 Soldier and the Seed

This May has been more busy than the one I wrote about below. I’ve attended baby showers, entertained a whole host of job and ministry possibilities and helped my husband prep for interviews, driven out of town to share a talk at a women’s retreat, read...

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...

Climbing Out of Fear

By Darcy Wiley She’s the youngest of the line-up, but she straps on her gear all the same. We pull the belts through the buckles and double back through to cover up the word “danger” engraved on the metal. She scoots around to show me her shoes are too big. They’re...

Gift at Low Tide

{I’ve just rolled in from the shore and am reaching two years back into the archives to share with you my favorite Palm Sunday ever. Enjoy as you align your heart this holy week.} Palms waved on Palm Sunday, fronds rattling, applause in the wind. I walked...