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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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Sunday, February 5, 2012
It’s Sunday morning and the sun is coming up over the Rincons. Cactus reflect the rays and there’s a wind, cool and inviting. I’m finally able to see outside here at the Cactus Compound and write with a view instead of wall-locked in the small room where I broadcast.
I can see the back of a STOP sign on a street a couple hundred yards away. I can see brown ridges of plant-life and trees that dot the mountain a few miles away. Or I can focus on the gravel and sand in the back yard. The scrub oak. Cholla. A rabbit making its way through the brush into the wash.
It’s really my choice. I can choose to focus on the ding in my Viewsonic monitor, the one put there by a friend who was helping me set up my office a few years ago, or I can look at the clouds. The sky is usually clear and blue and runs forever, but today there are rippling clouds that look like cotton.
I can focus on my empty coffee mug, the stack of credit card bills, or the black and white pup that has brought life to our beleaguered souls.
They say happiness is a choice. So is love. And if you fill your life with both, you’ll find yourself looking. Seeing. Even in the desert.
I can see the back of a STOP sign on a street a couple hundred yards away. I can see brown ridges of plant-life and trees that dot the mountain a few miles away. Or I can focus on the gravel and sand in the back yard. The scrub oak. Cholla. A rabbit making its way through the brush into the wash.
It’s really my choice. I can choose to focus on the ding in my Viewsonic monitor, the one put there by a friend who was helping me set up my office a few years ago, or I can look at the clouds. The sky is usually clear and blue and runs forever, but today there are rippling clouds that look like cotton.
I can focus on my empty coffee mug, the stack of credit card bills, or the black and white pup that has brought life to our beleaguered souls.
They say happiness is a choice. So is love. And if you fill your life with both, you’ll find yourself looking. Seeing. Even in the desert.
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2 comments:
Chris you are so right, why sweat the small stuff when HIS creation is there to appreciate.
I started taking pictures out my back windows the moved outside to shoot pictures of anything that took my eye and heart.
Over 3000 photos later, I know HE does not want us to always be looking inward but outward is where our life will glorify HIM.
Just wanted to comment and thank you for your Red Rock books. I collected each of them when I was in Junior High and they really meant a lot to me. They were funny, exciting, and nerve-wracking.
I'm planning on sharing them with my children someday.
I hope you continue to write many books in the future. Please consider writing more Red Rock books. I was sad when the series ended. Perhaps there could be a series on the college years for Ashley and Bryce...
God Bless!
-Gabrielle
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