tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75332318824664569112024-02-02T11:17:35.227-06:00Sharing Our Journey With YouWe hope you enjoy your visit with us. Your prayers, your love and encouragement keep us going. We are truly blessed.
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Love,
Loren & FeliciaFeliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.comBlogger367125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-40508798938809874432016-06-11T13:29:00.001-05:002016-06-11T13:29:13.382-05:00June again<DIV dir=ltr> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000"> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfstF7c0qSRrWJVOJwxEZxu1Qt1svGiGUqrHy-ALdzE_EDs5r3fylRqNt4KkWpeSzM533TDPwWcjTRvu8BYvwmXOAc_JjYlqvC5o419S2PznMYwLmAha1wAEZxIyrdOSey9zat48CdNg/s1600/image%255B10%255D%255B2%255D-753383.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfstF7c0qSRrWJVOJwxEZxu1Qt1svGiGUqrHy-ALdzE_EDs5r3fylRqNt4KkWpeSzM533TDPwWcjTRvu8BYvwmXOAc_JjYlqvC5o419S2PznMYwLmAha1wAEZxIyrdOSey9zat48CdNg/s320/image%255B10%255D%255B2%255D-753383.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6295003657126450354" /></a></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Here's lookin' at you.....</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV> One day we will again.</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV> </DIV></DIV></DIV>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-89942119908079662192015-06-09T18:54:00.001-05:002015-06-09T18:54:24.268-05:005 years ....<DIV dir=ltr> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000"> <DIV><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXw9R9bMjEvfIqSviqIow63_OKcH-NUjN4DfD9aRBayzbFwTNQOijue_jmi2ESu5jZKgBXRfVxDaMIbJJsECyRL70mshA3bewmaqXjU-NX6abW_FOSbJ0lZ0bvuuXz5agqmnaDwt9V4Q/s1600/orlando%252C%252520grad%252520123%255B2%255D-764269.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMXw9R9bMjEvfIqSviqIow63_OKcH-NUjN4DfD9aRBayzbFwTNQOijue_jmi2ESu5jZKgBXRfVxDaMIbJJsECyRL70mshA3bewmaqXjU-NX6abW_FOSbJ0lZ0bvuuXz5agqmnaDwt9V4Q/s320/orlando%252C%252520grad%252520123%255B2%255D-764269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6158528111318413474" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfhgcqNg-2Qnn3UIZMc8aX-BnpsMrTjfc5Fz47JHmM25VYRe90fCE3v1lLugx7RS8AkSx43lnoE5iJejYcGTNMxz23ZVMj5jKyuXf0n-CU8W_x7NoxA-3wgWniqJOkXraWVKJE6OP4Ao/s1600/image%255B1%255D-766521.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfhgcqNg-2Qnn3UIZMc8aX-BnpsMrTjfc5Fz47JHmM25VYRe90fCE3v1lLugx7RS8AkSx43lnoE5iJejYcGTNMxz23ZVMj5jKyuXf0n-CU8W_x7NoxA-3wgWniqJOkXraWVKJE6OP4Ao/s320/image%255B1%255D-766521.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6158528122307395154" /></a></DIV></DIV></DIV>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-15527739104752034432014-01-08T18:25:00.001-06:002014-01-08T18:25:54.392-06:00January 2014<div><br><br>Sent from my iPhone</div><div><br><br></div><blockquote type="cite"><div dir="ltr"><div style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000"> <div style="FONT-SIZE: small; TEXT-DECORATION: none; FONT-FAMILY: "Calibri"; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: #000000; FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline"> <div dir="ltr"> <div style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000"> <div>Hello,</div> <div> </div> <div>It has been a long time since I have written anything for blogs- or updates....</div> <div> </div> <div>It has been yet another eventful year. </div> <div> </div> <div>I try to live my life open to God's leading and responding to where He calls or sends. I get it wrong sometimes. Yet I trust that God honours this desire of my heart to serve Him, and will work good out of it anyways.</div> <div> </div> <div>Three months into a new marriage, forged despite the fact that we each have children and grandchild(ren) from our loved ones that died and despite the fact that I am a Mennonite and he is a Catholic- or that I am Canadian born and he is Polish......</div> <div>I have been following where I am led.</div> <div> </div> <div>Thinking of the wise men who followed a star to see where the Christ was born, I wonder about all the choices they made along the way. A star in the sky and same ancient texts are hardly like a printed off Google map- and I bet their journey wasn't absolutely direct. And, if you think about it, if they hadn't involved King Herod- maybe all those 2 year old boys wouldn't have been killed when Herod wanted to eliminate any future 'competition'. Following a star in the East – ended up messier and with ripple effects that they couldn't have anticipated. </div> <div> </div> <div>Another thing I'm thinking of.... those wise men who travelled that journey.... while they were gone- what of all the friends and family- and people who were used to having their input in their lives? What of all the input the wisemen were used to having from all those at home? Not available. </div> <div> </div> <div>Hmmm...</div> <div> </div> <div>In my new journey- that has brought love- a partner- and challenge into my life.... I am often missing dear ones, missing the familiar. Broken traditions, awkward new relations, a vastly altered schedule and available energy... a little of the ripple effect of this journey. I am sure that I have miss-stepped along the way. Change is hard on everyone- and none of us lives in a vacuum. There is a lot for me AND my new husband to get used to. </div> <div> </div> <div>So, friends, family,</div> <div> </div> <div>forgive me where I get it wrong.</div> <div> </div> <div>I am following the best I know... </div> <div> </div> <div>love,</div> <div> </div> <div>felicia</div> <div> </div></div></div></div></div></div> </blockquote>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-64577396652122664422013-10-17T08:04:00.001-05:002013-10-17T08:04:59.640-05:00October 2013<DIV dir=ltr> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000"> <DIV>Dear friends and family,</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>This post is to let you know I am starting a new blog. I have deeply valued the chance to share our journey through Loren's illness, passing and time of grief and healing with you.</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>God is and was and will be present. Thanks be to Him- the source, sustainer and destination of life.</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>I and the ones who administered this blog no longer have access to add any guest comments and, on October 9th I married again! </DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>It is time to start fresh. </DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Andrzej Leligdowicz was also a widower, with two grown daughters, a son-in-law and a third grandchild on the way. Where once I was part of a family of 5, now with my 3 girls married and one grandson, joining with Andrzej's family- we shall be quite a few!</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>If you would like to follow me – though my posts may not be frequent- my new blog felicia Dyck and family is at feliciadyck.blogspot.ca</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>with love.... felicia (still Dyck....but Andrzej's Mrs. nevertheless <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnuvupR_S_gpklU76xSuzDjhvV58x67Y9977lh7tlki9kh0pSsZ0iy6vZ7ULV-4TMXOFkSPhZYsAOXj9kpq-FHI7IHZulWiMKnWhAn3gK_bY3PCljUXaYXBP7dQ0C9Mvcl-eUZIE5lwg/s1600/wlEmoticon-smile%255B1%255D-799641.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnuvupR_S_gpklU76xSuzDjhvV58x67Y9977lh7tlki9kh0pSsZ0iy6vZ7ULV-4TMXOFkSPhZYsAOXj9kpq-FHI7IHZulWiMKnWhAn3gK_bY3PCljUXaYXBP7dQ0C9Mvcl-eUZIE5lwg/s320/wlEmoticon-smile%255B1%255D-799641.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5935709659234687154" /></a> )</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV> </DIV></DIV></DIV>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-91088381338610859582013-06-29T08:25:00.001-05:002013-06-29T08:25:10.553-05:00But deep inside I know You breathe....<div dir='ltr'><br><div><br></div><div><br></div><div style="display: inline-block"><!--tmpl() _48--><span contenteditable="true"> </span><span contenteditable="true"> <br></span><!--/tmpl--></div><div style="display: inline-block"><!--tmpl() _48--><span contenteditable="true"> </span><div style="display: inline-block" contenteditable="false" class="inlineImage" initheight="336" initwidth="336"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRvszqAVfMduBPiZFPqEA_662gat0rhcgfQOM9HbByLFqkUeCeT1vx69M9UvGcWnwnFf0ig5wz-hqhtaGSsGjyvMA5tnuHAqqoX_8eIQOgeZQ9pKqnJXwraCfCCVz-0y3l0YjDpOKSFY/s1600/hendrix++2+and+a+half+weeks-710554.jpg"><img 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none; padding: 0px;"><div><div>and the storm</div></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><div><div>The rain, the blast</div></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><div><div>....destruction's path</div></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><div><div>my heart want to inform</div></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div><div> </div><div>But deep inside</div><div>I know You breathe</div><div>I know You're close beside</div><div>Connected with</div><div>all other love</div><div>Whatever may betide</div><div><br></div></div><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><div><div> felicia</div></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin: 0 0 0 40px; border: none; padding: 0px;"><div><div> June 29, 2013</div></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div> </div>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-21807891786799933502013-06-10T23:16:00.001-05:002013-06-10T23:16:30.158-05:00New comment on June 10.
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<br>Dianne has left a new comment on your post "June 10":
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<br>Just yesterday I spoke of you, and Loren, to Brian. Reminding him of 3
<br>years past... We have not forgotten you. Praying for continued
<br>healing....and cherish your little bundle of joy!
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<br>Sent from my iPhoneFeliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-53606962211455834792013-06-10T07:00:00.001-05:002013-06-10T07:00:38.175-05:00June 10<div>Three years have come and gone since you slipped into heaven- agree with God- that yes- this work was over. You loved us so!</div><div>But you were God's dear child and He was calling. </div><div>The missing you has been hard and each of us battled that differently. </div><div>But healing and some new growth has begun. </div><div>A little guy with a big name has arrived. In this past week alone- big challenges and bigger grace. </div><div>The new little guy:</div><div><a href="https://fbcdn-photos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/s720x720/993024_215454815269061_175450220_n.jpg?dl=1">https://fbcdn-photos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/s720x720/993024_215454815269061_175450220_n.jpg?dl=1</a><br>Grateful for some other dear ones who had some health concerns but were carried through them. </div><div>And marvelling at the work of grace in people's hearts. </div><div>Remembering you - love. </div><div><br>Sent from my iPhone</div>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-68646749862983745432013-05-27T21:21:00.000-05:002013-05-27T21:22:51.261-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_15bdnpCWJFh0QMApXHuDDbMHBrPmCRCA6emkTWNJXV5zy3cZMjGHas0rAuJweOG1NHbiFxlmUrMQp04uC-xsijstmR9an0GQeJeydrkYL7US9jQLW3iGB7prbXKJyoVTwNUKqE6VQc/s1600/photo-771262.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_15bdnpCWJFh0QMApXHuDDbMHBrPmCRCA6emkTWNJXV5zy3cZMjGHas0rAuJweOG1NHbiFxlmUrMQp04uC-xsijstmR9an0GQeJeydrkYL7US9jQLW3iGB7prbXKJyoVTwNUKqE6VQc/s320/photo-771262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5882850086654259378" /></a></p>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-81031046911026952872013-05-27T20:15:00.000-05:002013-05-27T20:16:09.598-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVVuGstRTDa16MOexChW74cEPNr3WVgOtyLXurp1ZIfyPzAmUeUqxZY82x-GBGU8JukkEelT4enEJz3-PqPrnOpS8nKI3cY_Iv1lb-qVmNBk9spFP0aGMsgVlQA0fORYccRWSA6egouQ/s1600/photo-769598.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVVuGstRTDa16MOexChW74cEPNr3WVgOtyLXurp1ZIfyPzAmUeUqxZY82x-GBGU8JukkEelT4enEJz3-PqPrnOpS8nKI3cY_Iv1lb-qVmNBk9spFP0aGMsgVlQA0fORYccRWSA6egouQ/s320/photo-769598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5882832897535870242" /></a></p>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-84336473571358968132013-05-27T20:13:00.000-05:002013-05-27T20:14:48.602-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2x8aYRs5dlaFysHJMjVLUTzr8q4Prq5K6C7FytkSd5bXApnmfgEbFKKZtcPEOYYzk2lxeMwVAzSwdhLhmhQvyiZSYkW5OwFk7rVg2ZMNGcH5IFFJ6J3nS_tMv-XLQJMz9ckWQ5SmCgFM/s1600/photo-788602.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2x8aYRs5dlaFysHJMjVLUTzr8q4Prq5K6C7FytkSd5bXApnmfgEbFKKZtcPEOYYzk2lxeMwVAzSwdhLhmhQvyiZSYkW5OwFk7rVg2ZMNGcH5IFFJ6J3nS_tMv-XLQJMz9ckWQ5SmCgFM/s320/photo-788602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5882832551367793810" /></a></p>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-85051712345444917442013-05-27T20:12:00.000-05:002013-05-27T20:13:16.581-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0jtVomnsIB55tHijBcFOBuUwNo8ZRsPF8AwO0Rk0ZFhCApyhTXJTbKskSJY3B8BUNY4XvwqFOjHw95DLIbGXPf3Ga-XjKcYkBLw4PBvCzl6s9fHyapnOFSmB1xWXgDcflAw4lZrneKY/s1600/photo-796581.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw0jtVomnsIB55tHijBcFOBuUwNo8ZRsPF8AwO0Rk0ZFhCApyhTXJTbKskSJY3B8BUNY4XvwqFOjHw95DLIbGXPf3Ga-XjKcYkBLw4PBvCzl6s9fHyapnOFSmB1xWXgDcflAw4lZrneKY/s320/photo-796581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5882832157278385426" /></a></p>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-68290670513088165792013-05-27T16:23:00.001-05:002013-05-27T16:23:09.642-05:00For Loren<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUlnKma0ZhLmLGWtjHtQsUeQFr6BKABvp-ss6Wxgo2YpkpPnARNlSDIF_Hly9vAqCXxh1m7wZhrYjQubLUN0xInLSJyCWuTifypU8-jqnrguhuBxHQxxQu2Kh4m6UFja-CaXeeXO_-8Co/s1600/photo-789643.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUlnKma0ZhLmLGWtjHtQsUeQFr6BKABvp-ss6Wxgo2YpkpPnARNlSDIF_Hly9vAqCXxh1m7wZhrYjQubLUN0xInLSJyCWuTifypU8-jqnrguhuBxHQxxQu2Kh4m6UFja-CaXeeXO_-8Co/s320/photo-789643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5882772856872877362" /></a></p>Headed to the park today. The girls and I. To celebrate Loren in a place he loved. Remembering- together. A letting rest- together.
<br>Grateful.Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-82916925977771726162013-05-17T21:58:00.001-05:002013-05-17T21:58:43.160-05:00May 17<div dir='ltr'><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">Life is rocky. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">Sometimes just smooth beach pebbles to make small ripples in a placid lake.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">Sometimes its gravelly…. A bit rough but not slippery and not muddy.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">Sometimes boulder-like, it makes you detour and journeying is time consuming ----takes effort.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">Sometimes as much as a mountain range.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">But life built on rock is sturdier than that on sand. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">Oh make me strong.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%">Like a rock.<o:p></o:p></span></p> </div>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-13645482127691620702013-04-18T11:38:00.001-05:002013-04-18T11:38:22.484-05:00evaluation time<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>Just as I am<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>Not that I always know clearly what that is…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>Sometimes I think I am my abilities and they are great.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>I find out that not only are they not- I am not-<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>my abilities.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>Sometimes I think I am my failures and they are awful.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>I find out that not only are they not- I am not <o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>my failures.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>When God wanted to say who He was, He said I am that I am.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>I will say, Iam a child of the I am.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>And I come.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal align=right style='text-align:right'><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'>felicia April 18, 2013<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><a href="http://www.hymnsite.com/lyrics/umh357.sht">http://www.hymnsite.com/lyrics/umh357.sht</a><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-90112151935676093422013-04-15T07:24:00.001-05:002013-04-15T07:24:51.751-05:00April 15th and snow<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><b>Not Yet Buried<o:p></o:p></b></p><p class=MsoNormal>A blank’t of snow<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal> The earth still sleeps<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal> And condensation tears on window’s pane<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Ice blue<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal> Mute grey- the sky<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Why spring’s delay?<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>For whom is winter’s freeze still held?<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>A hibernating pause-<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Tis ‘t grief?<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>That stays this tomb-like cool?<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>What root or bulb o’ flower<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Still needs be forced<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>By frost?<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Then do!<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Get on with dying- death!<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>And burst this shell!<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>The new, the green must come.<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:right;line-height:normal'> John 12:<span class=versenum><b><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#333333;background:white'> 24</span></b></span><span class=apple-converted-space><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#333333;background:white'> "Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:right;line-height:normal'><span class=apple-converted-space><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#333333;background:white'> dead to the world,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:right;line-height:normal'><span class=apple-converted-space><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#333333;background:white'> it is never any more than a grain of wheat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:right;line-height:normal'><span class=apple-converted-space><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#333333;background:white'> But if it is buried,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:right;line-height:normal'><span class=apple-converted-space><span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:#333333;background:white'> it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over</span>.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-75615109933589219642013-03-31T06:30:00.001-05:002013-03-31T06:30:40.841-05:00Easter- not yet dawn<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>Longing for the Dawn<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>One of His dearest had betrayed Him -even to death,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'> Another- so devoted- first with insight-<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>Denied that he had ever known Him. And then,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>His Father turned His face away.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>Still<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'> He accepted it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'> Sorrowing, bleeding, dying. And then,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>Low in the grave He lay.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>His dear ones <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>mourning, disheartened, ashamed-<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>some even sure that this was all a pipe-dream.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>Low in the grave He lay.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>For all the world, death had won.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'> Where was this victory, proclaimed with His death?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>He had done it. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'> Suffered, endured the turned face of God- for all.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'> Experienced abandonment <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>so none of us would have to.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>And still…. His dear ones fled. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>He waited- dead.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%'>The finished work- was silent.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-78538654570068742072013-02-25T14:34:00.001-06:002013-02-25T14:34:24.726-06:00February musings.The last few weeks have been filled with conversations about faith and love. Does doing good make us loving or does loving make us do good?
<br>Where is justice satisfied, if love is everything?
<br>What is love?
<br>Amazing discussions- and they get me in touch with what I love most about my God.
<br>At the same time I am working at a new job. It is the kind of job that fits well with who I am- a relationship builder. Being truly present with someone- sharing in their life- good, bad or ugly, is love enacted to me. It's who I want to be and it is what I need.
<br>God is present to me - how can I not want to be like Him?
<br>
<br>Love, felicia
<br>Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone on the MTS High Speed Mobility NetworkFeliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-75591296774913392492013-02-21T12:51:00.000-06:002013-02-21T12:52:01.742-06:00<div dir='ltr'> <H5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft='{"type":1,"tn":"K"}'><SPAN class=messageBody data-ft='{"type":3}'> <DIV><SPAN class=userContent>To hold all things loosely is not to be careless- but rather to cradle God's gifts gently, with wonder. Should He take them, it is to empty your hands for something new. Even the wonder is a gift.</SPAN></DIV></SPAN></H5> </div>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-24555620017844799372013-01-06T01:11:00.001-06:002013-01-06T01:11:45.759-06:00DesperadoSurrender
<br>It's a hard thing
<br>We feel justified in the good we've done- and so unjustly punished.
<br>Weren't we just trying our best and fighting for something good?
<br>We want to be true to ourselves, right?
<br>Hey- and if we can't do it right, what's the point?
<br>Surrender? You mean give up? Be a prisoner? To someone else's goals and ideas?
<br>Yes, actually.
<br>Yes.
<br>For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor My ways your ways.
<br> Surrender.
<br>You've been fighting in circles.
<br>What else, when you're the centre?
<br> Call to Me.
<br>I'll answer
<br>And show you great and mighty things
<br>Which you knew not.
<br>Surrender.
<br>
<br>January 6- felicia
<br>Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone on the MTS High Speed Mobility NetworkFeliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-12492828076563111422013-01-01T11:34:00.001-06:002013-01-01T11:34:46.139-06:00In the BeginningFast away the old year passed
<br>And twenty thirteen is come.
<br>A grizzled grey cold for this new slate
<br>How shall we mark it first?
<br>Chalk full- with hope? With work of art?
<br>oh frozen mitts- unfurl!
<br>What dash or dot or line or smudge
<br>To start, beginning Word.
<br>Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone on the MTS High Speed Mobility NetworkFeliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-76113655772174888912012-12-25T08:54:00.001-06:002012-12-25T08:54:18.735-06:00God's blessings at Christmas to you.Emmanuel. It might not look like it- but it was God with us that caused Mary's labour pains- pregnant, in labour, and only a stable floor to birth on.
<br>It might not look like it but it was God with us, crying, flailing- asking Mary to nurse Him every 2 or 3 hours right after she gave birth on a dung odoured floor.
<br>God with us.
<br>Now why didn't that mean comfort and peace and joy that morning? Why did it mean discomfort and no sleep and pain?
<br>Why did it start with pain and immediately continue to ask more of her.... Couldn't she just recover first- be able to bathe and have her supports in place before she had to be fully on duty?
<br>How can it be that God with us means pain and a call to do more?
<br>But it did
<br>And it does.
<br>And Mary is called blessed.
<br>Wherever Christmas finds you this year and whether it be obvious or a mystery- God's blessings to you.
<br>For unto you this day a Saviour is born.
<br>Love,
<br> Felicia
<br>Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone on the MTS High Speed Mobility NetworkFeliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-17211763372549698282012-12-13T09:55:00.001-06:002012-12-13T09:55:37.816-06:00December 13<div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'>Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.<span class=apple-converted-space> </span></span><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";color:#2C2D2E'><br><span style='background:white'>~ Louisa May Alcott.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'>I’ve been thinking about longing. Advent- ‘Come thou long expected Jesus:…. Longing for things – or ones past, longing for dreams to come, longing for healing and loved ones, longing for hope.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'>I did a search for quotes and was surprised to read the one above from Little Women. In that simple sentence is a lesson.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'>When there is nothing to be done to realize our deep longings, there is still something to be done with what we have been given.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'>Thanks Ms Alcott.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'>I needed that.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#2C2D2E;background:white'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting"'><o:p> </o:p></span></p></div>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-20694061204508389622012-12-01T11:50:00.001-06:002012-12-01T11:50:10.527-06:00December 1st<div class=WordSection1><div style='mso-element:para-border-div;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;padding:1.0pt 0cm 1.0pt 4.0pt;background:#FFCC00'><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;line-height:150%;background:#FFCC00;border:none;padding:0cm'><i><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha:100.0%'>And now, Advent is upon us<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;line-height:150%;background:#FFCC00;border:none;padding:0cm'><i><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha:100.0%'>the advent of the birth of a Saviour who can redeem His people from their sin,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;line-height:150%;background:#FFCC00;border:none;padding:0cm'><i><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha:100.0%'>Who can restore them to a people of holiness-<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;line-height:150%;background:#FFCC00;border:none;padding:0cm'><i><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha:100.0%'>where the law of love is written on their hearts<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;line-height:150%;background:#FFCC00;border:none;padding:0cm'><i><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha:100.0%'>And makes them live- the hands and feet and passion of God.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;line-height:150%;background:#FFCC00;border:none;padding:0cm'><i><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha:100.0%'>A light is coming.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;line-height:150%;background:#FFCC00;border:none;padding:0cm'><i><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha:100.0%'>Where ever there is wilderness- a voice still cries out,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;line-height:150%;background:#FFCC00;border:none;padding:0cm'><i><span style='font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"Lucida Handwriting";color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-color:#604A7B;mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha:100.0%'>“Prepare ye the way of the Lord”.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p></div></div>Feliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-3401999857905213322012-11-24T08:45:00.001-06:002012-11-24T08:45:11.014-06:00For we people walking in darkness...Look up. If you're looking around and it's dark, scan the horizon. Warm smolders are coming- widening arms to raise the day. If there is fog- it is a blanket to envelope and silence noise. If there is snow- a million pieces of blank- be in wonder- for each one shines and in such numbers we cannot perceive it. Love is there, writ large and waiting.
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<br>Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone on the MTS High Speed Mobility NetworkFeliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533231882466456911.post-9303839906253833682012-11-10T14:00:00.001-06:002012-11-10T14:00:19.233-06:00Zem (Cammie) came too<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKuuAZxPHzecMpi9EO_ZWjp17iGaLvGG_ZLbfCUix8LIrTdVUZMCLWp-ZtcVeX3nmz74-8SOUB41AQxD_vI9YwkIezHyM-D2SiBgrXEqdMuNksr30yTzj8IGNQiJJwYzppC2MpP9A1NQ/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTIxMTEwLTAwMzcwLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-719233"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKuuAZxPHzecMpi9EO_ZWjp17iGaLvGG_ZLbfCUix8LIrTdVUZMCLWp-ZtcVeX3nmz74-8SOUB41AQxD_vI9YwkIezHyM-D2SiBgrXEqdMuNksr30yTzj8IGNQiJJwYzppC2MpP9A1NQ/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTIxMTEwLTAwMzcwLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-719233" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5809276640193508322" /></a></p>Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone on the MTS High Speed Mobility NetworkFeliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04151022074995943913noreply@blogger.com0