Mar 31, 2020 • Written by Katie Long
We’re in a period of waiting.
Schools are closed. Business is on hold. Everyday life as we knew it has ceased to exist in just a few short weeks. It all happened so fast.
I can imagine that Jesus’ disciples would be able to relate well with our current situation.
Feb 09, 2020 • Written by Katie Long
We drive down a tree-lined gravel lane that seems to appear out of the blue in rural Wisconsin. The closer we get, the more we can hear the sounds of children. As we pull into the yard, we are met with the sight of happy chaos - nearly a dozen children jumping on trampolines, riding bikes around the yard, and running in and out of the house. Beautiful children with all shades of skin tone, from the fairest of fair to deep ebony.
At first glance, one might think they’ve pulled into a daycare, hidden deep in the woods. But they would be wrong.
These children are one big, beautiful, love story.
Oct 08, 2019 • Written by Katie Long
In the spring of 2005, my husband and I were thrown into a state of forced minimalism. Having made some major life changes so I could stay home with our first child, we moved from a beautiful, 2000 square foot farmhouse in the country to two bedrooms and a bathroom.
Yep...just let that sink in for a minute. Three humans (one being a sleepless newborn), two bedrooms and a bathroom, totalling roughly 400 square feet.
Apr 15, 2019 • Written by Katie Long
by Katie Long
I remember Holy Week as a child: reading the Gospel accounts of the events leading up to Jesus’ death and resurrection, attending Maundy Thursday and Good Friday services, and discussing the stories as a class. If you asked me what I remember most about those studies as a child, I would love to be able to say that I was humbled by Jesus washing His disciples’ feet, or angered by Judas’s betrayal, or horrified that the crowds chose to have a violent criminal released to the public rather than Jesus.
But in all honesty…the part that most fascinated me was Peter cutting off Malchus’ ear in his attempt to defend Jesus. I mean, really…when you are eight years old, how great is that?!