My inaugural (in)courage post is up today and I'd love for you to read it, especially since I'm new to this and a little nervous and *you* are my happy, safe place.
I wrote about Robert and the blasted train shown in this picture and the ways it forever trips me up.
I wrote about what I'm learning from all of it.
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Nearly two years ago, we moved. After months of digging in our heels, we were ready to pack up our farmhouse. Willingly, with intention and joy, my husband and I and our three young kiddos moved to the wrong side of the tracks.
You would think the actual train wouldn’t have come as such a shock to me.
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I read it and knew your writing before I was aware that you posted it. It was wonderful as always and just what I needed to hear today.
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ReplyDeleteloved it! Hoosiers unite!
ReplyDeleteFantastic, beautiful, true. I'm busting out my cyber pom poms and doing a cheer for you...good work, Shannan!
ReplyDeleteRead it and commented over there, congrats on your adventure at (in)Courage. Awesome place for sure, have a great day.
ReplyDeleteI popped over to read it and as usual it was worth the read! Congratulations on your firs (in)courage post!
ReplyDeleteSo very beautiful. Thank you for your encouraging words today
ReplyDeleteGod's words through you to bless many!
ReplyDeleteI love how you use words. Amazing how those tracks have come to play in your life. I know you have a had a rough time with Robert. Look at the good you have done for him. It still hurts. HUGS and Happy Mothers Day.
ReplyDelete{I felt the need to leave my comment here and at Incourage. You know, double the fun.}
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, congrats on your first post here! You’re perfect for this place because you really do encourage…or incourage. Whatever. : ) And you’ll keep it real and quirky and awesome and that’s my favorite combo.
This post. Girl, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry your hearts are breaking and for all that seems unfixable. But you are there, wreckage and all. That’s all you can do. Be there. Keep loving. Keep feeding. It’s not yours to fix. {That last sentence is one my one husband just texted me today. It seems mess is everywhere.}
Happy Mother’s Day, friend.
I'm sorry you're dealing with the hard stuff. Growing through that hard stuff always makes us better people. I know you know that. Hugs. Happy Mother's Day, Shannan.
ReplyDeleteYou're taking the road less traveled! To be a true Christian that is what you have to do!!
ReplyDeleteI am so excited that a new group of ladies will be blessed by your awesome writing. You can put into words the feelings I have had/are having in such a way that others can understand, empathize with us. Thank you for using your gift for this blog even during the hard weeks.
ReplyDeleteWow.. Your words and descriptions are so heart-wrenching Shannan. Thank you. I was blessed - so very blessed.
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ReplyDeleteSoooo good!!!! I don't know why you get nervous, God has surely gifted you with a knack for words <3 You take this ridiculously rough life and make the story beautiful, smoke, ashes and all <3
ReplyDeleteLove it! and you. So great! We live maybe 50 yards from a train track. Got better once they built an overpass for it, but I totally understand what you mean!
ReplyDeleteHi Shannon, I don't often delve into the blogging world much anymore. But I felt compelled to come and check in on you. I had a chance to watch the Soul Pancake video. I forgot how much I learn when I visit. Thank you for making me challenge myself to have the courage to be a better parent, and not just go with middle class flow :) Your words are worth so much!
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