Last week, we have the honor of hosting dear friends here on the farm. I’ve known Shawn for a long time, but it was writing – the dailiness, the loneliness, the moments of almost heart-stopping glee – that made us good friends. So when he and his amazing family came by the farm for a night, I was giddy. We had a great visit. . . I was revived and rejuvenated by their energy and the way their eyes sparkled just a bit here.
Today, Shawn gifted us with this amazing piece of his writing.
Andi and her husband have plans for that place, and they don’t seem too caught up in the concern that some of those plans might not come to pass. They’ve staked little signs into the ground with names that designate what they hope the future holds for each parcel of land: “Lodge” and “Cabin”. There is an overwhelming sense that things are not finished, that what you see is not what you get, that there is a story in the making. A beautiful story. A compelling story.
I hope you will take the time to read more . . . and get to know Shawn, too. You won’t regret it.
Where We Found a Thing Called Hope by Shawn Smucker.