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Chris Fabry
Married to Andrea since 1982. We have 9 children together and none apart. Our dog's name is Tebow.
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After finding and remediating mold twice in our Colorado home, we abandoned ship in October 2008. Because of the high levels of exposure, our entire family was affected. After months of seeing different specialists for all of the problems, we came to Arizona to begin comprehensive treatment to rid our bodies of the toxic buildup. In August 2009 we moved into a larger home, four bedrooms, south of Tucson, north of Mexico. I am doing my daily radio program/ writing from that location. Thanks for praying for us. We really feel it.

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Friday, February 26, 2010
I’m getting ready for a long trip with some exciting things to do. Thanks for any prayer you can give my family while I’m away, and for me. I’ll tell you more about the trip when it’s appropriate, but I’m heading to Nashville to attend the National Religious Broadcasters convention and then south to New Orleans for a few days.

My kids have known about the trip for a while and have been talking about it. Yesterday as we were driving back to the house, I had the radio off and one of my sons was riding shotgun. There was a long pause in the conversation. Then, matter-of-factly he said, “Are you going to cheat?”

I furrowed my brow, trying to discern his meaning. I was speechless, actually.

He could sense my lack of verbal abilities so he clarified. “You know, on your trip. Are you going to cheat?”

I still didn’t catch his meaning. Does he know something about Nashville that I don’t? I know New Orleans is a rough town, but I wasn’t planning to go to any red light districts.

“I still don’t know what you mean,” I said.

“Yes you do,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Are you going to cheat on the diet? Are you going to eat any bad stuff?”

Such is our life, where the worst “cheating” you can do is eating bread. I haven’t been to a fast food establishment in months. Haven’t had a pancake, potato chips, or soft drink in what feels like years. And I feel better.

That’s a good reason not to cheat, I think.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Happy 90th Birthday to the one, the only, Robert Fabry. Born February 16, 1920 in Omar, WV. Nicknames: Snaggletooth, Porbert Farby (an actual letter was adressed to him that way), Keeper of the Kitten.

It's too long a story, one day I will tell it, about the time I let the cat in the house and my dad had to get it out of the house. Oh that was an evening well spent.

Tonight he's having pizza and birthday cake, I hear. Wish I could be there to partake. Happy Birthday, Daddy!!

(Click here to see the special birthday greeting that my brother and sister-in-law created for my dad.)
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
David Hames was killed in the earthquake in Haiti. His body was recovered Monday, Feb 8.

To find out more about how you can help David's wife and children, click here.
What a great picture of Eric holding his newborn son, Christopher Huffington Hufford III, also known as Timothy David Hufford. He'll always be CHH the Third to me. Eric just gave permission for me to post and said, "He's a blast!" Eric is taking a week off to transition, which is what I did every time we had a child, which is why I still don't have any vacation time left.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
We had one of those programs on Friday. I’m still thinking about it and the reason for it.

It began with a trip to Chicago and some work on a book. It ended with a plane flight I won’t soon forget.

On the crowded plane I happened upon an open seat beside five beleaguered travelers. Three of them were small children, two adults. One was the mom, the other an aunt. I sat by the aunt.
They’d been flying or in airports all day. I noticed a bag at the woman’s feet that said, “Make a Wish.” I knew there was a lot to the story but I had no idea until we were halfway into the flight.

I got bits and pieces of their tale throughout. Aspen, six, had been born with only three chambers in her heart. There had been a surgery early on but the doctors said she wouldn’t make it past two weeks. She had a tracheotomy. When her mother got her brother to sleep by reading him The Little Mermaid, Aspen sang the songs and held a finger over the hole in her throat and squeaked out the words. It was a beautiful sound amidst the din of the engines and cabin noise.

I also learned the dad and mom were divorced. He was in prison. The whole story just seemed too much to bear. But there was light in Aspen’s face. Her aunt said she had such a sense of humor, such a purpose in each day. Though her body struggled with the organs that couldn’t keep up with the growth, her mind was sharp. When she put out her little hand and rubbed her brother’s back as he slept, I had to turn away.

But the story didn’t end there. After we got off the plane I followed the family and then pulled ahead of them. They made their way to baggage claim and then slipped into a limo provided by Make a Wish. When they were gone, I couldn’t stop thinking about them, so I told the story on Chris Fabry Live on Friday. We took three calls. One from a grandmother whose granddaughter had just heard the news a day earlier of a recurring tumor. One from a mother returning from the hospital with a daughter who had severe health problems. And one from a man who had been touched by the life of a little boy 24 years ago. His life had been irrevocably changed by that boy and his mother, Nina.

I don’t know why God favors us with such people, such stories. The pain of them is almost too much to bear, but I know they’re working for us and in us. This crucible of life is showing us what’s really important and what will really last.

Amidst all the things to accomplish this week, remember the Aspen’s around you. Some are struggling with such deep pain. Maybe that person is you. If so, may God show you how much He loves you in the midst of the struggle.