tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post9212991110663976504..comments2024-03-28T05:41:54.888-05:00Comments on The Final Chapters: WHILE LIVING IN EGYPTluluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-76370845660249231022015-05-10T17:44:12.496-05:002015-05-10T17:44:12.496-05:00 I used to attempt to ride bikes with---I lived th... I used to attempt to ride bikes with---I lived that statement also, Jenny! I could NEVER keep up with that bunch and quit trying! I live in Mistletoe Heights which is very close to you. I am available for any information, etc you might need. My Facebook is under Loralu James Conville--please request friend status and we can communicate from there or send an email to the address on the top right side of my blog. Egypt can be nice---but I believe we have to be the one to make it nice! Glad you contacted me! Welcome to Fort Worth!luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-56382795712771422992015-05-09T10:09:24.096-05:002015-05-09T10:09:24.096-05:00Hi! I'm Jenny Juneau and just moved to Fort Wo...Hi! I'm Jenny Juneau and just moved to Fort Worth from ruston! I believe you are friends with some women who I used to attempt to ride bikes with! We are renovating a home in the Arlington heights neighborhood off camp Bowie. This is def my Egypt! Nice to know someone else from home is in my new town!! John Jenny Bruno and Bellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07484536203099889172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-37580842722664404932015-04-16T14:43:52.329-05:002015-04-16T14:43:52.329-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-69079429858216426992015-04-16T14:43:43.911-05:002015-04-16T14:43:43.911-05:00Always on a positive note, Victor, thank you! I a...Always on a positive note, Victor, thank you! I am where God sent me--so I am going to keep making bricks and looking for the joy!<br />Blessings!luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-5884939189498097912015-04-16T14:42:27.214-05:002015-04-16T14:42:27.214-05:00I have NOT given up, Ronny! There has to be other...I have NOT given up, Ronny! There has to be others who are feeling the same thing I am and I pray God sends them my way!luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-22391600874824103582015-04-16T04:51:07.724-05:002015-04-16T04:51:07.724-05:00For some reason, you had to leave where you once l...For some reason, you had to leave where you once lived and moved to where you are now. God willed it.<br /><br />Think of it another way. How many new pople have you met now whose lives you may well have influenced by the way you live, by who you are, and the way you behave. You may well be a role model for many to emulate without you even knowing it. With your move, a lot of people have had the opportunity to get to know you and enjoy your company.<br /><br />God bless.Victor S E Moubarakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04280638667651857296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-6834644918128367192015-04-15T22:35:56.138-05:002015-04-15T22:35:56.138-05:00Relocating at a "Mature" age when all yo...Relocating at a "Mature" age when all your children are grown makes it even more difficult to meet people let a lone form new friendships. When you have children you meet people because of them but when it is just yourself you quickly find that the "hoods" we live in today are not like the "hoods of old" where people were much more friendly and approachable. Now days they push their garage openers enter their "safe haven" and close the world behind as they close the garage door. Society has changed and not so much for the good I believe. When you move to a new town the people you meet often have their own circle of friends and have little interest in adding to that circle. It is quite like living in Egypt.<br />Dr. Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18440354447417350400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-52252412091352599922015-04-15T20:26:18.639-05:002015-04-15T20:26:18.639-05:00Ah Sparky I suspect you have your home country- it...Ah Sparky I suspect you have your home country- it may just have tighter boundaries & there is nothing wrong with that! And I might add making bricks is an honorable profession !<br />blessings!Loraluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09428559311387283317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-75085000441940411002015-04-15T16:32:54.909-05:002015-04-15T16:32:54.909-05:00Maybe because I never felt at home where I grew up...Maybe because I never felt at home where I grew up (long story), my first move was very welcome. I was on my own and loved it! Never looked back. I do understand what you mean, though. I've had that "Land Of Egypt" feeling occasionally when visiting with my husband's family. Fortunately, I'm good at making bricks. They make wonderful impenetrable walls. ~:)Sparkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531515666554867421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-69857753907768149182015-04-15T16:16:11.921-05:002015-04-15T16:16:11.921-05:00Such a powerful imagery God gave us of making bric...Such a powerful imagery God gave us of making bricks. It hit me like a ton of bricks this very week-what He was teaching us with the bricks, Ceil. You will always miss your mom, but I pray the warm memories will be a balm to your grieving heart.<br />Blessings, Friend!luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-55007132094738578932015-04-15T15:37:53.773-05:002015-04-15T15:37:53.773-05:00Hi Lulu! What a tender hearted post...I feel for y...Hi Lulu! What a tender hearted post...I feel for your living in Egypt. Leaving what you knew and moving on. That's so hard. I'm so glad you have your daughter and her family to keep you grounded. It's such a testament to your faith that you keep on 'making bricks' even when there isn't much straw around. You are a wonderful role model for me.<br />I guess my Egypt was when my mom died...when my husband lost his job (again)...when friends move away. God knew all about it of course, so I know he'll make me whole bit by bit, brick by brick. <br />Thank you for sharing your heart,<br />CeilCeilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06293917798735764739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-64962467868253254472015-04-15T09:49:44.742-05:002015-04-15T09:49:44.742-05:00The Upside of invisibility--no one looks at how yo...The Upside of invisibility--no one looks at how you look! <br /><br />Making bricks today, Friend!luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-4863884086997328782015-04-15T08:55:47.256-05:002015-04-15T08:55:47.256-05:00being invisible can be a hard one. i love the sen...being invisible can be a hard one. i love the sense of familiarity that comes in living in one place for a long time.<br /><br />but sometimes being anonymous really works, ya know? <br /><br />the bricks with straw spoke to me, Lulu. i'll be sitting with your words as I make my way through this busy day.<br /><br />hugs, friend.Linda Stollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15568264417855502332noreply@blogger.com