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We’re Moving to Scotland

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“I promised my brother I wouldn’t recruit you, but…”

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We’re sitting in our pastor’s, Bob, back yard with him and his brother, Tom, sipping iced drinks and enjoying the respite the shade and flowers bring on this hot late August night.

We came here expecting to meet Tom, swap stories about living abroad, and then continue on with life.

But once we settle into the cool shade and the smell of roses, we know this won’t be an average conversation.

Bob tells us to share our story, to start when we got married. Tom probes us with questions that force us to go deeper in our story, and eventually he takes notes.

After three hours we finish and exhale. It feels good to debrief like this, to tell the whole story and process parts that we haven’t before. It’s a blessing.

Tom then shares his notes with us. He points out how community, simplicity/frugality, living abroad, liturgical worship, and serving as a family came up at least five times each as we shared. These are our core values and we need to pay attention to them.

He tells us the missions organization he works with has a branch, InnerCHANGE, that holds these same values and as he briefly describes it, it sounds like he’s talking about a ministry tailor made for us: it’s a Christian order among the poor that seeks to live out the good news of Jesus, both with words and deeds. There’s even locations in the UK. He suggests we check it out, we would be a great fit.

As younger siblings do, with a sly smile and a sideways glance, he half apologizes to his brother for potentially stealing us away.

We return home that night encouraged and slightly confused. We’ve been back in Oregon living in our small town, The Dalles, for over a year and a half and it seems like we’ll stay a good, long while. I’m doing my very best to be okay with this and to accept that, for right now, Europe is not where we’re supposed to be.

And then, totally unlooked for, a seemingly perfect opportunity in Europe gets plopped in our laps.

The next evening Ryan looks through the InnerCHANGE website and I try to not get too involved. If this is what we’re supposed to do he needs to see that for himself, I can’t push him towards it.

He nods and makes a lot of affirmative ‘uh huh’ sounds. He reads me sections that resonate with him and the more he reads the more his excitement shows and the more excited I become. I pace around our small apartment and try to contain my elation by cleaning.

I can tell Ryan is reading something he really connects with and when he finally looks up to me and gets ready to read it out loud I can’t take it anymore. I jump on the couch, cross my legs and face him and with the anticipation of a giddy, teenage girl I wait for whatever he has to say.

He reads InnerCHANGE’s vision of community development and the passion in his voice is palpable.

Evangelization and community development are inseparable partners. The primary reason that God calls us to seek the good of people and their communities through development is that this is His will for them in Christ Jesus (Mark 12:30-31). But development cannot replace our mandate to disciple the nations (Matthew 28:18-20). Rather than subverting or replacing evangelization, community development indispensably partners with it, touching people’s lives at many levels and allowing them to experience the love and goodness of God in concrete ways.

God often uses community development to prepare people to receive the gospel who have not heard it, and to bring healing into the lives of people who have heard and believed. Yet in the same way that development without evangelization truncates the full purpose of God, so does evangelization without development (James 2:14-17).

Rather than being compartmentalized or held apart, both tasks should be integral to our ministry. InnerCHANGE affirms ministry in both word and works. The word of the gospel interprets good works, and good works demonstrate the good news.

“This is exactly how I would describe my vision for community development. It takes all the good stuff I learned in my Master’s degree but it puts in Jesus, which was missing from my program. I didn’t think there was an organization out there that did that”

I smile. Up until now he hasn’t found an organization that brings together a bottom-up approach to community development and the transformative power of Jesus – it is so thrilling  to find one.

He then goes back and reads InnerCHANGE’s Commitment to Simplicity, knowing it will strike a chord with me. Here’s part of it:

A life of simplicity will mean for me: Voluntarily accepting a level of income and lifestyle which allows me (and my family) to live incarnationally with the poor to whom Christ has called me to minister. Through this lifestyle, I will seek to better discover the presence of Christ and what it means to be rich in faith and relationship with Him without relying on material possessions.

I cried. This expresses the spiritual reasons behind my choice to live simply. And the possibility of living and working with people who share in this commitment? Unreal.

“Is there anything wrong with this organization?” I ask Ryan.

My heart is trying to escape my body and my hands slightly shake. I can’t stop smiling and I’m slightly teary. I felt this way when we heard about teaching in Hungary, when the job posting came up in Ottawa, when we began exploring a move to Macedonia. This is the Holy Spirit telling me, “This. This is what I have for you.”

Over the next few weeks we Skype with the leaders of the London and Glasgow teams. We’re already leaning towards Glasgow because the work they do is more in line with our giftings and calling and it’s a smaller city. After the conversations we’re invited to come for a visit, the first step in joining InnerCHANGE.

As we start to make plans it becomes clear that we won’t be able to take a long enough trip to spend adequate time with both the Glasgow and London teams so we decide to focus our trip on Glasgow and spend less time in London.

So in early November Ryan and I board a plane for Scotland. It’s unbelieveable. Ryan visited Scotland as a young teen and his heart has been there ever since. I bought him the Braveheart DVD for his 18th birthday. Part of me has wanted to live in the UK since I was 14 and here we are, seriously looking into moving there.

Visiting the InnerCHANGE Glasgow team feels like putting on the coziest sweater and drinking the perfect cup of tea. It feels like home.

The people we meet, both InnerCHANGE members and other people in the community they partner with, have such passionate and loving hearts that their desire to see Jesus move and work in their neighborhood is evident.

And it takes something divine to love their neighborhood. Possilpark, an area in northern Glasgow, is high poverty, high drug use, low life expectancy, low church presence. It was once home to an proud iron works foundry but its closure in the 1980s left a hole that was filled with heroine. Families have fallen apart and many depend on welfare to survive. With a population of over 10,000, the neighborhood has only three churches. Two of those don’t preach the Gospel and the only one that does is a church plant that the InnerCHANGE team supports.

Possilpark is filled with darkness and InnerCHANGE is one of the ways God brings his light in. It’s a beautiful thing to witness.

We then spend a few days in London where we talk with InnerCHANGE families and hear about what it’s like to raise kids in deprived neighborhoods. We spend a day with the director and at the end our trip we are encouraged and anxious to move forward. The only thing that gets me on the plane back to Oregon is the promise of holding my kids in my arms after being away for ten days.

Once home we pray and ask God if this really is what he has for us. The InnerCHANGE leaders do the same and after three weeks we are officially invited to join the InnerCHANGE Glasgow team.

It was like the early sun breaking through fog and rolling it away to reveal a beautiful sunrise.

I just can’t believe this is actually happening. I mean, we’re moving to Scotland to do the work that God has called us to and equipped us for. We get to love our neighbors and partner with Jesus as he transforms their lives and walk through life with a team of people who share our calling. It still seems too good to be true but it’s happening. It’s actually happening.

Next week we go to LA for our first round of training and then in the late fall we have an orientation and sometime after that we’ll go. Because this is a missions organization we’re going as missionaries, something we never really anticipated. But because of the work InnerCHANGE does and how they support their staff, we’re excited and willing to take on that role. We’re even willing to raise our own funds.

So we’ll spend the summer, and however long after that, raising both financial and prayer support. Once we’re 100% financially supported we’ll apply for visas and go.

We’ll also keep doing what we’ve done since we returned to Oregon and what we’ll do in Glasgow: love our neighbors and live life with people who bring the light of Jesus to their neighborhoods. We’re just anxious to do that vocationally in Scotland. And we hope to do it for a very, very long time.

Even as long as this post is, it’s still a brief intro. I plan to write more about our journey of moving to Scotland as missionaries and what we’ll do once we’re there but if you do have questions, please ask. You can contact me at homeandgrace@gmail.com or via Facebook. We’re also working on putting together an email newsletter. Thanks for joining us on this journey!

If you already feel God calling you to partner with us financially, awesome! Visit this link: https://give.crmleaders.org/staff  and in the “Select CRM Staff Member” box select Ryan & Erin Long. We also greatly appreciate prayers.

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Jesus Walks with Me


When we recognize that God is teaching us something, we’d best beware that soon he’s going to call us to apply that truth to our lives in a very real way.

I don’t like pain, emotional or physical. I shy away from suffering, both other people’s and my own. When I see pain and suffering in others I’m afraid that I’ll do or say something to make it worse and when it’s in me I just want to fast forward and get to the other side where I don’t have to deal with uncomfortable feelings or situations anymore.

But that’s not how Jesus responded to pain and suffering and he wouldn’t let me respond like that anymore.

So he started to show me the value of leaning into suffering, of letting suffering do it’s good work and not rushing it along, of letting Jesus be my companion as I do that.

I anticipated God was preparing me to enter into other people’s suffering. To support them as they walked through it.

Turns out he was preparing me to walk through my own.

I woke up early one morning with a terrible headache on the left side of my head. It was extraordinarily painful and like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I popped some painkillers and went back to sleep. When I woke up several hours later my head still hurt so bad I was afraid that Ryan was going to come home and find me dead.

I called Ryan and he took me to the ER and I am so thankful the staff took me seriously. A battery of tests showed I wasn’t in immediate danger so I was given enough narcotics to get me back on my feet and more tests were scheduled.

Over the next couple of weeks I was in the ER three more times because of increasing symptoms and I could barely do anything, much less care for our kids. More tests showed more normal results and nothing was getting us closer to understanding why I was in so much pain and all the attempts at controlling it were not working (me and narcotics do not get along). Eventually I would spend four days in the hospital before the pain came to an end after 18 days.

Being unable to do anything else, I had to lean into the pain. I had to let the suffering do it’s work because there was nothing I could do to make the pain stop. I had to lean into Jesus because there was nothing else to lean on.

Finally, I welcomed Jesus as my companion as I walked through the suffering.


Because it was Lent I was spending more time contemplating the final days Jesus spent on earth and as I thought and read about the Crucified Christ I realized that this is the Jesus who walks with me. The Jesus who walks with me is well acquainted with pain and suffering.

The hand that holds mine is nail pierced.

The brow that looks on me wore a crown of thorns.

The side that hold me up when I can’t walk any farther is gashed.

The Jesus that walks with me walked through horrific suffering himself (Isaiah 53:3) so that he could be with me, so that when I’m hurting I can know he understands (2 Corinthians 1:4), so I can be confident that I will come through this (John 16:33).

Jesus acquainted himself with suffering and endured so much pain, and even death, but he not only came through it, he conquered it (1 Corinthians 15:55-57). That is the kind of companion I want as I walk through everyday life, much less through suffering. I want someone who knows what I’m going through and can speak compassion, empathy, and hard-earned truth to me. And that’s just what Jesus does.

He came to earth as a helpless babe, giving up heaven, so he could walk the path that we walk and through his death and resurrection he could redeem all the pain and suffering we endure and bring us back into intimacy with him.

So on Sunday I will excitedly proclaim, ‘He is risen!’ and give thanks that just as Jesus was buried in the tomb bloodied and broken but he rose again in glory I too can pass through pain and suffering and come out the other side with a better understanding of God’s love for me.

Pain and suffering are hard and they always will be. But when we walk through them with a companion who already has victory over them we can be thankful for the pain and suffering because they made us walk closer to Jesus and they can make us more like him.

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Where Else I’ve Written

Where Else I've Written

While I’ve been quiet here, I have been writing for the past two years. So to get you caught up I’m sharing what I’ve written all in one place.

I’ve missed writing more often so I am so thankful for the opportunity to share other places while I waited for the right time to come back to my own blog.

Here it all is!

Okay, BIG thing first! I was published in a book. I wrote Edmund’s crazy birth journey for Knocked Up Abroad Again and it’s such a thrill to be a part of this collection. To read the story you have to buy the book (it’s available on Amazon). I would love it if you did.

Earlier this week I got to share at my long-time friend Jessica’s blog, The Pineapple Philosophy. She has great insight, ideas and encouragement for meaningful entertainment and connecting with others. You really need to check her out – you’ll be blessed, just like I’ve been.

Simplify! | Why Less is Always Brings More

I’ve been busy over at Red+Honey, which I’ve been contributing to for over THREE YEARS! I can’t believe it. It’s kept my foot in the writing door, otherwise I would have completely given up on ever writing for myself again. And for that I’m thankful. Plus I’ve connected with some pretty amazing women through it. That’s the best part of writing.

Honey-Sweetened Almond Poppy Seed Yogurt

7 Ways to Prepare for  a Successful VBAC

How To Keep Your Home Clean (Even With Kids Around!) Part 1

How To Keep Your Home Clean (Even With Kids Around!) Part 2

7 Ways to Naturally Increase Breast Milk Supply

The Reverse To-Do List: Evaluate Your Time and Focus on What Matters

Blueberry Spinach Muffins (my kids LOVE these!)

DIY Cloth Baby Wipes

DIY Hydrating Electrolyte Drink

One Small Tweak for Simplified Freezer Cooking

Curry Lentil Shepherd’s Pie

How Our Family of Five Lives in 800-Square Feet and Loves It (I LOVE this one and I am so proud of it)

7 Great Reasons to Hand Dry Your Laundry All Year

Capsule Wardrobe: What It Is, Why You’ll Love It and How to Get One

Oatmeal Banana Pancakes (Freezer Friendly)

DIY Clay Toothpaste: New and Improved Version!

7 Creative Ways a Timer Can Make Home Life a Little Easier

The Importance of Non-Holiday Traditions in Our Family

10 Must-Haves in My Natural Travel Medicine Kit

Why International Travel with Kids is Worth It  (And How We Keep it Simple) (another favorite!)

How Our Kids Make Our Home More Hospitable and 5 Ways They Help Out

No-Sew DIY Light Blocking Curtains (For Better Quality Sleep)


What Minimalism Means to Me


I was a very unwilling convert to minimalism.

It wasn’t trendy to be minimalist when I began my journey and blogs were just starting to talk about it. The KonMari method was years away from reaching American shores. Tiny houses weren’t a thing.

So I learned minimalism on my own and in a rather unconventional sort of way. And only because I had to.

My husband, Ryan, and I moved to Hungary in 2009 and because it would have been outrageously expensive to ship boxes, we only brought what we could fit in two fifty pound suitcases and two carry-ons each. Continue reading


The Past Two Years

“Oh, Lord, please let this next season be an easy one. We’ve been through so much and we just need a rest, we just need to get our heads above water. Jesus, please, let whatever is next for us be a breath of fresh air”

I prayed these words every day for five weeks as I sat in the NICU and held my impossibly tiny, naked newborn on my bare chest and waited for him to grow.

I never considered that our long hospital stay was, in fact, our breath of fresh air.

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Five days before Edmund was born I boarded an international flight from Skopje, Macedonia to Portland, Oregon. I was 30 weeks pregnant, bleeding, and I knew our baby was coming soon but he couldn’t come in Macedonia — no hospital in the country was equipped to care for a baby that premature. So we booked tickets back to Oregon and an unknown future. As soon as I deboarded the plane I was rushed to the closest hospital and Ryan woke up to a Skype call telling him he needed to change his plane ticket and get to Oregon now.

Edmund was born perfectly healthy, with his dad by my side, and we basked in the joy of our new baby, at least as much as parents of a baby who was born too early can. But uncertainty piled on uncertainty. How long will Edmund be in the hospital? Will he have long-term complications? What home will we go to once he’s released? Where are we going to live? Where will Ryan work? Will we go back overseas? What is life going to look like now?

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Grace for Your Disappointing Birth Experience – Guest Post at Red + Honey

Grace for Your Disappointing Birth Experience

Today I’m posting at Red + Honey. Read the teaser here and click over to read the rest. While you’re there, stay a while! It’s one of my favorite blogs and I am constantly blessed by it!

‘Erin, you have to wake up. You have to wake up. You need to feed Audrey’

My husband had been trying for several minutes to bring me to consciousness but I wasn’t responding, I didn’t want to respond.

‘She’s beautiful – she looks just like you. Don’t you want to meet her?’

I don’t know what held a tighter grip on me: the pain, the anesthesia or the disappointment that my daughter was just born via C-section.

Click here to read the rest!



Knocked-Up Abroad: Macedonia Edition – 10 Weeks and the first prenatal visit

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Knocked Up Info

If you missed last week’s post with the big announcement, you can read it here.

I’m excited about this new series (and I hope you are, too!). I’m not committing to write posts for this series on any form of a regular schedule. I’ll probably post after each visit with my doctor, so about once a month for sure but I will also write whenever there’s something share-worthy. I’m already a bit behind because my first doctor’s appointment was already 3 weeks ago! Oh well.

Also: I’m quitting my kids’ pseudonyms. They’re just annoying. My daughter is Audrey, not Eleanor, and my son is Alistair, not Edward (though his middle name is Edwards, so it’s close). Bear with me as I get old posts updated.

When I found out I was pregnant with Audrey we had lived in Hungary for over a year and though I had basically no experience with the medical system there I felt comfortable having my first child there because we had an amazing community who immediately surrounded us with support. I also had complete medical coverage through my work and if we returned to the US we would have paid out of pocket for everything. It was an easy decision to have her there. Continue reading


Three countries. Three babies.


baby#3 announcement

Sometimes we set off on a great journey and we don’t even realize it’s happening. The beginning can be so subtle or such a tiny hint at what’s to come we can’t know we just embarked on a path that with transform us.

In March 2010 I stood in our bathroom in Hungary shaking with anticipation, waiting for Ryan to tell me if there was one line or two on the pregnancy test.


I knew this marked the beginning of my journey of motherhood, one that would change my life and me in ways that nothing else could.

I didn’t know that I was starting another journey at the same time. That journey would also become part of my identity, a defining part of my story.

Eight months later our daughter was born in Hungary. Continue reading

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Life lessons my sourdough starter is teaching me (or at least reminding me of)

sourdough starter

Just over a week ago I mixed together some flour and water and left it on my counter to ferment. Guys, this was HUGE for me.

I’ve wanted to enter into the world of sourdough for quite some time but the whole thing seemed daunting. There was such a steep learning curve, so much that could go wrong and I had a hard enough time keeping up with my kefir and kombucha I wasn’t sure I could handle one more living organism (in addition to my two children, of course).

But I wasn’t able to bring my SCOBY for kombucha and though I dehydrated and brought my kefir grains I can’t make it because all the milk is shelf-stable. My time, brain and counter now all have space for sourdough.

I watched videos, read blogs and did as much research as I was able to with the preschooler on my lap while the toddler slept. Finally, I was ready to dive in. For five days I diligently added flour and water to the fermenting and increasingly bubbly glob. On the morning of Day 6 I mixed up a basic bread dough, kneaded for 45 minutes (yes, 45 minutes!) and waited for it to rise. That part didn’t seem to be over successful but I stuck it in the oven anyway, figuring it would turn out fine.

I successfully baked the worst loaf of bread in history.

I looked at what was left of my starter and felt betrayed. I had nurtured and cared for it and I spent 45 precious minutes of my Saturday morning getting sore muscles. What I got was a in inedible brick.

While I discovered I haven’t learned very much about baking sourdough bread (it’s a whole different ballgame than yeasted-breads) I am being reminded of some important lessons that not only apply to learning a new skill but to all of life.

worst bread

These are nothing new and I’m not sharing any great insight or wisdom, but hopefully this can be a gentle reminder of what you already know but seems to be easy to forget (or am I the only one who needs to be constantly reminded of the basic lessons she’s already learned?).

Things seemed hardest before you start

Like I mentioned, I’ve wanted to start sourdough for some time but the idea of making my own starter intimidated me and kept me from taking the plunge. Turns out the making a starter is easy, like really easy.

Sometimes what holds us back from going on an adventure, taking a risk or just simply doing something new might not be as big of a deal as we think it is. That doesn’t mean everything will be easy, but it might not be as intimidating once we’re in it. We just need to take that first step and find out.

Grace, grace and more grace for yourself

The morning after I baked my brick of a loaf of bread I attempted to slice a piece. Crumbs were flying, my knife was bending under the pressure of my arm and I kept complaining to Ryan about how terrible it was. Eleanor, bless her heart, came into the kitchen and said, ‘Mommy! It looks good!’ She was entirely wrong but it was sweet of her.

For lunch I attempted to make PB&J sandwiches from a few pieces of the very middle of the bread that were somewhat salvageable. I really should have just gone to the bakery for a real loaf of bread. When I served the ‘sandwiches’ to the kids, Eleanor again kept telling me how good it was, that she really liked it. Any time I said something negative about the bread, she would counter me. In the end I gave them leftover Canadian Thanksgiving pumpkin pie for lunch.

More often than not, we are more critical of ourselves than others are. We are ready to extend grace to those around us but withhold it from ourselves. We set unrealistically high expectations and feel like failures when our lives don’t match them. But those closest to us don’t expect as much from us as we do. We need to let go of our lofty ideals, do our best and be content with that. Everyone else is.

rising dough

It’s better when you have someone to walk alongside you

While I did research sourdough baking methods, it would have been much more helpful to have someone who has already mastered the skill standing with me in the kitchen, walking me through each step. She could have told me if my starter was really ready, how much flour to add, when the dough was kneaded enough and when it was done rising and ready to go in the oven. I’m just guessing, learning as I go and making a lot of mistakes that could have been avoided with some expert insight.

While it’s helpful to have someone to guide us as we learn a new skill, it’s even better to have someone walk alongside us as we learn how to live life well. I’ve never had an official ‘mentor’ but there have been people in my life who have helped me navigate new seasons or sometimes just get through. When we enter into a new phase or start an adventure the wisdom another person who has been there can be invaluable and can give us a proper perspective. And it just might save us from making a few mistakes.

Life is in seasons

If you’ll notice, my bread is 100% white flour. That does not make me happy. Part of the reason I got into sourdough is because the fermentation that takes places helps make the bread easier to digest so it does negate some of the harm of the white flour. Even still, my ideal would be fresh, organic whole wheat spelt flour I ground myself. But right here, right now all I can afford is white flour and I doubt I could find spelt berries in this country. One day I’ll have better flour but that day isn’t today and I’m coming to terms with that.

Our lives ebb and flow, moving from one season to the next. Some seasons are really enjoyable and we don’t want them to end, others can’t end soon enough. When we live in recognition of this, we are better able to be content in our present circumstances, not be overwhelmed by difficulties and savor the good times even more.

decent bread

Time, it takes time

I expected to bake a beautiful artisan loaf of bread on my first attempt. It didn’t happen. My second loaf was better (not pretty but edible and it tasted yummy!) and I am anxious for a third attempt. I’m doing more research, learning and getting opportunities to practice. These take time, it’s not going to happen overnight. There’s a reason there’s a difference between a professional baker and me!

It can be hard to just wait while circumstances, opportunities or relationships come to fruition. While there are times to act and get things going, some things only happen with the passing time and there’s nothing we can do about it. We just need to be patient and let time do its good work.

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5 Ways to Sleep Better Naturally – Guest post at Red+Honey


5 Ways to Sleep Better Naturally

Today I’m posting at Red + Honey. Read the teaser here and click over to read the rest. While you’re there, stay a while! It’s one of my favorite blogs and I am constantly blessed by it.

Does anyone understand why our ideal is to ‘sleep like a baby’? I’ve spent a lot of nights with babies and, let me tell you, I do not want to sleep like one.

But I don’t necessarily want to sleep like an adult, either. While sleep seems like it should come easily, it doesn’t always.

In general I sleep well but between pregnancy insomnia, times of high stress and jet lag I’ve had my fair share of sleep difficulties. While at times it can be easy to reach for the melatonin (it’s natural, right?) I’m learning some techniques to help me get a good night’s rest without heading to the medicine cabinet and that go beyond conventional wisdom (exercise, chamomile tea, relaxing baths, etc.).

Click here to read the rest!