tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post4727035945349984280..comments2023-04-04T01:19:43.025-07:00Comments on The Flog – The Fabry Log: Apples on the PorchChris Fabryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04659256097054720180noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-7479788883677231452011-08-01T13:56:00.844-07:002011-08-01T13:56:00.844-07:00Absolutely amazing...riveting, and heart-gripping ...Absolutely amazing...riveting, and heart-gripping all at the same time...but then again, you alway are.Phil Hooverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14613170792920440824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-5529119032393586432011-07-21T08:02:43.639-07:002011-07-21T08:02:43.639-07:00Apples have had significance for me since my young...Apples have had significance for me since my younger years in Virginia growing up among the apple orchards of the Shenandoah Valley. I have an eclectic collection of vintage apple dinnerware. I am at a difficult juncture, needing to leave the place that's been home to our family (because of mold sensitivity), leaving things behind - including the beloved apple dishes. I needed you honest encouragement today, especially these words ...... Perhaps there are apples in each of our lives, drawn with chalk on the front porch of our lives, signaling something new, something good that feels terribly wrong. Seeing those drawings takes faith. Stepping across them takes will-power. <br /><br />I don’t think we’re stepping across them aloneThe Steinershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08283806048047130208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-64781657912720255102011-07-21T07:53:43.418-07:002011-07-21T07:53:43.418-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.The Steinershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08283806048047130208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-90687307930890325032011-07-19T12:08:59.376-07:002011-07-19T12:08:59.376-07:00Your last paragraph is an incredibly apt descripti...Your last paragraph is an incredibly apt description of the way I'm also feeling this week. Your words brought tears to my eyes and encouragement to my heart. Thank you. <br /><br />"Perhaps there are apples in each of our lives, drawn with chalk on the front porch of our lives, signaling something new, something good that feels terribly wrong. Seeing those drawings takes faith. Stepping across them takes will-power."Melindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636098370486807275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-49924874799552545612011-07-18T19:53:38.259-07:002011-07-18T19:53:38.259-07:00Thank you for your encouraging and uplifting words...Thank you for your encouraging and uplifting words. My father is also slipping away from us, so I know how heavy that weighs on your heart. I hope things went well for the kids today. Take care.Cheryl Wnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-12775964019835542292011-07-18T19:48:50.658-07:002011-07-18T19:48:50.658-07:00Okay my friend keep us posted on how day 1 went an...Okay my friend keep us posted on how day 1 went and know your friends here in Chicago are walking with you and your family!Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11719927439037431284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-3179752688883643122011-07-18T13:39:11.061-07:002011-07-18T13:39:11.061-07:00I was in a vehichle spinning out of control on a b...I was in a vehichle spinning out of control on a bridge in winter knowing there is a raven off both sides of the road and a voice spoke to me that I knew was from GOD I now ask myself if it was HIS angel or JESUS hisself but the VOICE reassured me and directed me to give over control and trust that I would be fine. Not to brake or stear or fight in anyway to change the outcome. When I went airborn and started dropping I keep believeing I would be fine. when the small truck landed in the concrete ridges at the bottom of a plus 30 ft drop was damaged surely but the airbag did not discharge. I opened the door and got out and there was a policeman on the top wanting to know how I was . I said I was fine and he yelled back help was on the way but he had to go to other accidents that had "sys mo tain iously" I later found out. <br /> That is not something I have ever had anyone else tell about but I have a second similar thing that happened to me a couple years later almost exactly the same. I have not had multiple accidents in the past but the reoccurence of the VOICE was every bit as life altering and I walked away from a even more amazing situation unharmed. Your apples are not quite the same but it brought my wonderful saving Voice to mind!!!Audrey Fourdycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13455654640727339399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-3023572508389068152011-07-18T08:35:24.772-07:002011-07-18T08:35:24.772-07:00You're such a great writer, Dad. Thanks for al...You're such a great writer, Dad. Thanks for always being present at my mile-markers in life!<br /><br />Love,<br />MeganMegan Fabrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-90797432621074384362011-07-18T08:06:21.655-07:002011-07-18T08:06:21.655-07:00Encouraging words, Chris, as we begin this journey...Encouraging words, Chris, as we begin this journey, and the proverbial light at the end seems so far away! We are so happy for where you all are today. May all go well! <br /><br />And, yes, the thought of "life going on" is a heavy one to carry. It's all a matter of perspective - a perspective that we try to keep in mind as we walk this road. <br /><br />Your family, especially your dear wife, has been such an encouragement to us!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-91305658029763197022011-07-18T08:04:46.992-07:002011-07-18T08:04:46.992-07:00Thanks for sharing your heart, again. Your transpa...Thanks for sharing your heart, again. Your transparency tellls m that it's ok to feel...many things at the same time. Also, it's ok to step out in spite of my fear. <br />I don't get to the Flog as often as I'd like, but it always feels like a favorite old pair of jeans. : )Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17578371707424442036noreply@blogger.com