I am no stranger to crazy ideas.
It isn’t that I necessarily go searching for them, but somehow crazy ideas and I always seem to find each other. These ideas have sent me to Germany, Haiti, and Nicaragua. I’ve lived a displaced life for 90 days, and I’ve bought a bus to turn into a home. Each crazy idea has brought me to a new place in my life, new experiences, new relationships. Each risk has had a reward, although not always the reward I expected.
Three years ago, I woke up on the morning of November 30th with a crazy idea.
I had just been through a difficult season of life, and I was still reeling from the events of the past year. By the end of that November, I was desperately seeking some peace.
The very next day I started writing the first of 25 posts about my search for peace, my search for understanding. Each day, I fought to write another post, I sought to capture with words a feeling, an idea that I couldn’t even be sure was real. Each post was a struggle, and in the moment, I felt anything but peace as I sought to write about it.
As I look back on that first year, I still see the changes it wrought in my life. I can still point to moments where I’m profoundly different than I was before.
The world needs crazy ideas about finding peace.
The world needs crazy ideas.