Coming Soon: The Yes Effect

After three years of hard work (and hardly writing here on the site), The Yes Effect is almost here! It’s been a privilege to work with missions strategist Luis Bush and the team at Moody Publishers to carry to you these humble yet awe-inspiring stories of God’s interaction with individuals and communities around the globe. As I’ve written these narratives, they have spurred me along in my own response to hard things in my personal circles or in the world as a whole.

My co-author, Luis, is the originator of the 10/40 Window movement, which represents a region of the world with dense populations, severe poverty, and limited access to the gospel. With a focus on these regions, Luis has spent his life traveling the globe to work alongside individuals and organizations whose acts of love and justice are bringing hope and transformation. The Yes Effect is about how ordinary people in their various contexts and places say yes to God and start an ongoing global chain reaction, causing pockets of God’s kingdom to spring up all over the world.

We share the stories of…

  • garbage dump residents and other believers from Cairo who help bring peace and reconciliation to the chaos of the Arab Spring
  • a group of adoptive parents in Ukraine who turn the heart of the whole country toward the cause of the orphan
  • a middle class tax attorney from the Philippines who makes himself at home in the Manila slums and empowers the poor to find a sustainable way of life
  • a Chinese house church pastor who courageously brings his church above ground to reach the weary and depressed in the hub of society
  • believers in the Middle East who are showing mercy and choosing to see the refugee crisis as the refugee opportunity

…and so much more.

The book releases September 5, but you can pre-order The Yes Effect: Accepting God’s Invitation to Transform the World Around You today.

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Through Thorny Ways

MasonJarRosesHymn{Gracia Rose turned two this week. I plan to post photos from this year’s party soon, but for now, here is a little background about her name and some recent reflections along with some pictures from the Rose Garden Party we hosted to celebrate her first birthday last year.}


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, crowded in by hundreds of other robed students doing the same.

Murky water seeped into my shoes on my walk to the concrete. I wanted to grumble, but all I could think about were the waterlogged feet of a woman on the other side of the world, a woman wandering with holes in her boots and a gun to her head. She had walked that way for days, then weeks, then months. By now it had been almost a year since she and her husband were forced from a bungalow on their second honeymoon by a gang of rebels.

The woman’s name was Gracia. And I prayed for her. Continue reading

Where to Start? {A Geneva Recap}


Where do I start? There is so much to tell between the beginning and the end of this season’s story, but I’ll go ahead and give you the punchline…we arrived safely. There and back again. Better for the journey. And there were more invitations for adventure as we stepped out of customs on our home soil once again.

In our comings and goings after that, on a road trip in late June and in time spent with out-of-town family the first two weeks of July, I’ve imagined probably fifty different ways to tell you about our writing adventures in Geneva and eastern France. But, if I wait to pick the perfect way and perfect time to type it all out just right, the weeks of silence here will turn into months. Continue reading

What to Wear When the Bad News Rolls In


She pulled a crumpled surprise from her canvas bag. My friend had heard that our favorite little Italian fusion restaurant was giving away these hip Vespa T-shirts, and she rushed over to snag one for me.

When she lifted the shirt from the bag and shook the wrinkles out of the brushed cotton, I knew it was a gift not only from her, but from the Lord. Continue reading

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 the smallest size behind the desk.

We clip the carabiner to connect the harness and rope and my husband takes hold. Our four-year-old tilts her head back and looks toward the industrial-height ceiling. At the very top of the wall, she spies a rock that looks like a baby. She’s determined to get to it.

Grabbing two rocks within reach, she puts the rubber-soled tips of her too-big shoes on the lowest stepping stones. She raises her foot to the next level and lunges up, over and again until her tiny frame is almost to the red line.

We cheer her on. She looks down at her Daddy holding the rope, then she looks at the ceiling. Up so high, but still so far to go, she hunts around for the next rock. None is an easy reach.

“I can’t do it,” she says with her eyes squinted. Just then, her foot slips. She swings out and rams back into the wall.

“Get me down, Daddy,” she cries.


A lot of my life, I’ve dragged my feet in fear, sometimes giving up because I didn’t think I had the necessary ingredients to conquer the task before me. I feared giving up the training wheels on my bike. I feared being forgotten in the carpool line at school. I feared horrific accidents when my parents stayed out late on date nights. I feared being an outcast for dressing the wrong way, bouncing like a pinball between dressing “modestly” for the church folks and fashionably for the school girls. I feared driving when the instructor’s knuckles showed through her fingers as she gripped the safety handle. After that, I didn’t get my license until I was 17. Fear is contagious. Fear lives long.

Fear feels like part of you when you’ve had it on your shoulders all these years, but you see it differently when you’re watching it have its way with someone you love. I knew that my daughter was strong enough to scale that rock wall and I knew if she could just stop agreeing with the fear, she could find her footing and follow the path to the top.

I had conquered the rock wall a long time ago, so I put the carabiner and rope to my own harness and asked my husband to belay while I climbed. Scaling the wall was easy with my long legs and arms, though I still kept checking that my husband was pulling the rope. My kids gasped and yelled out “Good job, Mommy!” as I touched the top.

Before I was even halfway down, my daughter began jumping up and down saying it was her turn again. She climbed section after section of the wall and when she slipped, she soared out and said she was flying like Peter Pan. Finally, with the sound of hollering and applause, she made it all the way to the top to touch the baby rock.

Maybe fear is contagious, but so is fearlessness. There are little people under me who get courage from watching me muscle through the gauntlet. It makes me want to listen better to those cheering me on, those who can see that things aren’t as bad as fear is making them out to be, the ones telling me I can do this.


darcywiley2014biopicsmallDarcy Wiley is a writer married to a literary agent, a world-traveler turned stay-at-home mom, and a blogger capturing everyday mercies and wide-eyed wonder at At the Broken Beautiful BOLD Event, she will be sharing a whole slew of ways that life has gone wrong for her in the past and help you craft your own personal version of Psalm 136 as you hear what God did to save the day in each of Darcy’s impossible situations. The event’s theme of boldness is especially apropos as she is curating the Fear:Less anthology made up of pieces from her vibrant Indianapolis-based writers’ group, Plume, this year. Darcy would love to connect with you via her blog, Facebook or Twitter.