by Darcy Wiley | Oct 21, 2019 | Experiencing God, World Changers
In uneven jots of Sharpie, my youngest daughter wrote the letters of her name. The capital G sat like a mini spiral next to an oversized lower case r. She spoke the rest of the letters aloud as she wrote them on her name tag: a…c…i…a. I could smell...
by Darcy Wiley | Apr 2, 2015 | Fireflies, Jam, Relish, Sweet Tea, Uncategorized
My thin sweater did nothing to ward away the chill in the air. The smell of wet earth hung on the wind. I slopped my high heels through grass and mud on the way to the stadium where my littlest brother would be sliding the tassel from one side of his cap to the other,...