tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post6946167956505979826..comments2023-10-11T03:54:58.698-06:00Comments on Randall Friesen: Journeying HomeRandall Friesenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04112919973262687369noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post-90055595093020578392008-03-31T20:10:20.000-06:002008-03-31T20:10:20.000-06:00I must say, I sure like that picture you have ther...I must say, I sure like that picture you have there. The winding road intrigues me.Jean Hardernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post-91782258766613199742008-04-01T04:34:29.000-06:002008-04-01T04:34:29.000-06:00Thanks Jean. I took that picture down by the river...Thanks Jean. I took that picture down by the river very early one morning, when the fog was on the river. It turned out beautifully.<br><br>Toni,<br>Amen and I agree. Although she has her own version of doing the same things. <br>:)<br><br>This has actually been one of the most frustrating parts of my life, how this blog has developed. If it is an accurate reflection of myself (Which in many respects it just isn't) then I have been changing a lot, and I don't like it at all. <br><br>That just makes me so crazy some days. There was something of depth there that, even now when I go back and read some of it, it encourages me, blesses me. These days its just so much drivel...<br><br>My tone, when tired or frustrated, becomes edgy, and angry. I see more of that here these days than I do of grace and life.<br><br>Sigh.<br><br>I do hope I am headed in the right direction, otherwise the best thing for this space is to shut er down.<br><br>And while I know how to turn off the blog, I don't know how to turn off myself.<br><br>Sorry, that got a little introspective there. It's a good observation Toni. I've seen it too.Randallhttp://randallfriesen.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post-79839911010797011242008-04-01T07:23:19.000-06:002008-04-01T07:23:19.000-06:00Well, Jesus was always good at making dead things ...Well, Jesus was always good at making dead things come alive again.<br><br>So I suppose there is hope for us.Randallhttp://randallfriesen.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post-77895785800731960932008-03-31T19:28:09.000-06:002008-03-31T19:28:09.000-06:00"It is, or I am, still alive down in there so..."It is, or I am, still alive down in there some place amongst the lists."<br><br>Good. <br><br>I've watched you change through the blog, and have sometimes been concerned. If you learn how to deal with this kind of thing then pass the info to Johanna - she is very much like you in her own way.Tonihttp://tertl.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post-46183234490728944832008-04-01T06:33:41.000-06:002008-04-01T06:33:41.000-06:00Randall my friend - much of what you just wrote ap...Randall my friend - much of what you just wrote applies to me too. In a way I want to stop the blog because the freedom and depth isn't there, yet it doesn't feel right to close down and walk away - yet. Maybe we'll find life in the old dogs some day yet?Tonihttp://tertl.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post-51195217382838174332008-04-02T02:33:28.000-06:002008-04-02T02:33:28.000-06:00I liked the comment by Mark Stibbe wen asked why h...I liked the comment by Mark Stibbe wen asked why he had remained in the Anglican church. "There is more honour raising the dead than healing the sick". Who knows but we'll see a resurrection process?Tonihttp://tertl.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520413.post-48894566305099366032008-04-02T03:32:44.000-06:002008-04-02T03:32:44.000-06:00Toni and Randall - common sentiments. Hard to be ...Toni and Randall - common sentiments. Hard to be really honest. Have to be sensitive to those around me that shape my life. A private journal is part of the answer I suppose. And having someone you can communicate with openly in other ways so the stuff inside does not brew into too strong a mess.Lineahttp://linealanoie.comnoreply@blogger.com