2024 update: On Wednesday, January 24th, our family lost our house to a fire. Old things have gone, but new things are beginning. We’ll share about our experiences here.
We started A Long Work in response to a sharpening conviction that conventional wisdom is wrong: faster doesn’t necessarily mean better. Some of life’s most important lessons take time. Some experiences stretch across decades. We are — too often stubbornly — learning this. Maybe you’re in the boat with us, so to speak: questioning the pressures this world places on you. Searching for deeper purpose in your relationships, your work, and perhaps even life itself. This is long work. It is good. It is necessary. It is exhausting and scary at times. But for us, it’s what makes life meaningful.
We needed … everything. I remember thinking, God, where are You in all of this? I wouldn’t call it doubt. It was more like wonder. It verged on awe. In the same way I knew my house was gone [fact], I also knew God was with me [also fact]. My head knew, and my heart knew. Despite the trauma.
Read MoreWednesday, January 24, 2024, I left for work not realizing that I’d just closed the back door behind me for the last time. That a couple short hours later, our home would be engulfed in a merciless deluge of flame, smoke, ash and water. That my family would escape with our lives, and not much more than that.
Read MoreIf you have walked closely with someone in their last several weeks of pregnancy, you are likely familiar with the roller coaster ride of waiting.
Read MoreSo began a journey of redefining “living” according to Jesus’ life in me. I had fresh hope, not dependent on answered prayers for a family or for health.
Read MoreThe Specialty Crew posting came with a radio, a set of keys, a blue cotton t-shirt … and a 5:30 a.m. wakeup call. I was starting my career at the bottom, but I didn’t care—in two weeks, I was going to buy a stereo.
Read MoreIf riding the most thrilling roller coaster ever built was like jumping into a pool on a 100-degree day, waiting to ride it was like being slowly digested by a reticulated python.
Read MoreA couple weeks ago, I stumbled across a small little journal that wasn’t stowed away in the same place as my other journals.
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