Sunday, February 2, 2014

Muddy River Blues

Drew counts the graces

thank you Father for

cold cup of coffee in the afternoon while the kids nap

night view of neighborhood apartment buildings

Jonathon, "Daddy, hold hand please?"

blinking cursor -- represents opportunity to create

at Butterfly Home playroom, battling forts and balls with my sons

greeting the smiling choir walking in line, especially toupee-wearing man Xiong who stopped to shake my hand

lipsticked wife

3 comments:

Suzassippi2/05/2014
Love these! Bet Mom had to do some laundry!
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Joy Felix2/09/2014
I miss running along that river! Just found your site :) I have so many good memories of the three years in the 'sha :)
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Rachel2/10/2014
Suzassippi - their daddy scrubbed the clothes. thanks husband!

Hello Joy, when did you live in Changsha? Did we ever meet and were you with elic?

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Hi friend! We like to hear back from you. -- Rachel & Drew.

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“It may be possible for each to think too much of his own potential glory hereafter; it is hardly possible for him to think too often or too deeply about that of his neighbor. The load, or weight, or burden of my neighbor's glory should be laid daily on my back, a load so heavy that only humility can carry it, and the backs of the proud will be broken. ...

"There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations -- these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit. ...your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.”

- C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory