Give Until There's Nothing Left

"Give Until There's Nothing Left"

No one told me
The right way
The right way to go about this
So I'll figure it out for myself
'Cause how much is too much to give you?
Well I'll may never know
So I'll just give until there's nothing else

Yeah I'll give, give, give (until there's nothing else)
Give my all (until it all runs out)
Give, give (and I'll have no regrets)
I'll give until there's nothing left
I'll give

No one told me
How bad I need you (need you)
But I somehow arrived
To that conclusion all by myself (all by myself)
And I want
All you have to offer (to offer)
So I'll offer myself and I'll just give until there's nothing else

And I'll give, give, give (until there's nothing else)
Give my all (until it all runs out)

Give, give (and I'll have no regrets)
I'll give until there's nothing left to
Give, give, give (until there's nothing else)
Give my all (until it all runs out)
Give, give (and I'll have no regrets)
I'll give until there's nothing left

Sometimes it seems
Like all I ever do
Is ask for things
Until I ask too much of you
But that's not the way (that's not the way)
I wanna live (I wanna live)
I need to change (I need to change)
But something's got to give
Yeah something's got to

Give, give, give (until there's nothing else)
Give my all (until it all runs out)
Give, give (and I'll have no regrets)
I'll give until there's nothing left to give
Give, give, give (until there's nothing else)
Give my all (until it all runs out)
Give, give
Give until there's nothing left
I'll give

I am reminded of a day when I listened to this song and my Mom caught the words "So I'll offer myself and I'll give until there's nothing else."

We were in the process of moving out of our home of 11 years. She paused for a moment and said, "Yes. That's what we did. We've given until there's nothing left. We've given even when there's nothing left."

Finances were really tight at the time, but we always made sure to give ourselves away. She'd often tell me that she and my Dad are the type to give you the shirt off their backs if it meant they could help fill the needs of someone else. She'd say that it sometimes felt weird accepting help from others because she was so used to serving others, she always wanted people to feel valued, accepted, and loved. The way she did that was by serving them with food, being that listening ear, sitting in silence, sometimes a hug, the late chats into the night, waking early to drive me to school, etc.

She truly didn't have any regrets. She gave of her heart, her time, money, food, anything until there was nothing else to pour her life and love into the lives of others so they would know that God truly is real.

But even though she said, "Yes, I have given until there's nothing else." She also told me, "It's time to be refilled again." For she knew where her true strength came from, though exhausted mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically she still gave because she knew that each person was truly special and that while she may be weak, our God is strong enough.

She was in a real slump at the time, she told me she didn't want to serve anymore, she just wanted to rest and sort of take a break for awhile. Even so, she still served and loved because no matter how she felt she knew that someone needed to be heard, someone needed that love of Jesus too. She gave of herself in that stage of hurting in order to get over the problems we faced, 'cause we weren't the only ones who were facing trouble--although we may have felt alone. She knew and she reminded me that there are other people out there who needed love too, so she asked God to restore and refill her again to showcase His power and His love through her.

And that's where her true strength came from. That was the secret to how she would give until there's nothing else.

She gave until there was nothing else, and I do believe our dear Agnes, my Mom, heard the words,

"Well done, good and faithful servant."

So my question is, have you given until there's nothing else? Can you answer that truthfully? Are you feeling empty? Out in the cold? Does this Christmas season sadden you or remind you of the things lost? Then drink and be refilled again by the love of Christ and then give His love away--when you give love away your problems don't go away, but they do get put into the right perspective. Rejoice! As long there is still one more breath, there is still hope.

For our foe or problems are big, and we are small, but our God is bigger still.


-Liana S.

Christmas Traditions

Mom's Grave @ Cypress Lawn, 12/28

Hyatt Hotel @ Embarcadero Plaza

Lingad brothers finishing a puzzle until 1am (pictures taken by Auntie Christine)Nong Noel making Musubi

Dad sharing and giving thanks at the table

Playing "Say Anything" until 2am:

A very special thank you to the Lingad and Leong family for coming over to stay the night in our tiny apartment. It really brought joy to our Christmas to have close family/friends stay over like old times! Missing mom hurt the most because usually she would be sitting at the table with Auntie Tina and Auntie Christine, catching up and laughing all night. I'm sure she would have really enjoyed everyone else cooking for her instead of her being in the kitchen all the time.

Nonetheless, we REJOICE this Christmas season. It is not over yet! We still have a New Year to look forward to.. a time to look forward to a brighter future that God has promised us. Our days are still shadowed, and we are still feeling the pain of loss, of grief. Reminiscing upon the annual traditions we had with mom since childhood - ice skating in Embarcadero, cooking dinner, watching classic movies... But our hope is not lost. It still remains in Jesus Christ, because He is the only one who will never disappoint us.

Enjoy your precious time with your family and friends. Make an effort to see all of them other than just once a year for the holidays. Be thankful. Enjoy the little things. REJOICE because Jesus is alive. O Come Let Us Adore Him!

A Candle Lit Service....

Hello Everyone,

A Grateful Christmas to All of you.

Attended a Saturday Evening Christmas Service at Cornerstone in San Francisco with the family.

This song played as we began the Candlelight Service and it really spoke to me that life is fleeting & yet we are secured in our little corner of the world....

Expect a Miracle

A Heartwarming Tribute

Read this TRIBUTE from Mrs. Rubio (Olive), one of Agnes' younger friends. Heartwarming.

Fran & Olive, Portland, OR • Photograph by Gabriel Boone

It's Been One Month...

"I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too." ~Missy Altijd {Reflecting on her home-going. Click HERE.}

Agnes' Journal Entry: Friday, 10-8-10

Thank you Lord Jesus for pointing out something that I never thought about: hurrying. Hurrying to get from one place to another--from one task to another w/out savoring anything aside from checking it off my list. No wonder my whole life feels like a "daze". I never bothered to drink it all in--savoring every moment. I was too busy cleaning and tending to the mundane that I forgot to "really be there".
I'm sad now because Desiree is in college--out of the house and pretty much on her own. Liana is on her way too and Sammie is already 5.
When I look at her, I feel like I savored her the least. I didn't get to and barely remember her as a baby. I Blinked and She became a little girl.
It's time to slow down, drink in, and savor every moment.

My dear friends, savor every moment.
Our life is dear and very brief.

Expect a miracle.

-Liana S.

"I don't feel like this is the end..."

Those were Fe's words when we first visited her at the hospital in Room 217. This was the first few days in the hospital. She was really anxious because of her breathing. She was concerned that she was going to be all alone. She told me that no one was staying with her the first few days when she as in the hospital. She was afraid.

I felt helpless as she was trying to breathe. The only comfort we could give her playing worship music from the ipad. She calmed down.

We stayed with her and I tried to stay strong. I could not help my tears from streaming down my face. I couldn't stand seeing her struggling to breath. She kept looking at me but didn't want to stare at me. She had this concerned look on her face. I told her that I loved her. She took one look at me and said "I can't cry."

I kissed her on her forehead and I told her "I love you".

After all these years, I hardly said this to her.

Her words are forever ringing in my head..."I don't feel like this is the end...".
When she said this I thought the Lord was going to extend her life on earth. He had other plans.

It's not the end. She is forever worshiping and praising the Lord. She's with our older sister (Connie) who lived 2 weeks and then passed away with a heart condition. She's with Evan. My nephew who passed away in 9 days. She's with our dad who passed away in 2008.

Lord, I've learned my lesson. Take one day at time. Live the day like it was your last and don't take others for granted.

My heart is still tender from my loss...

"Agnes' brother"

I Choose a Better Way to Live!

I choose a better way to live!

Henceforth, each morning, I will awake and fall to my knees and give thanks to God for that only He can bestow–a new day. This is my most priceless possession. If ever I should feel ungrateful and treat this miracle lightly, I need only open my morning newspaper to the obituary page and scan the long list of names there–names of people who would be most pleased to change places with me despite my problems. There are no problems in a cemetery. I would rather be here than there. I am grateful for this fresh opportunity. I will show gratitude in everything I do, this day. A sundial only counts the hours of sunshine, but I will count them all. I will treasure each minute. I am immortal until my work is done and I have only begun. Thank you for these new hours, God. I needed this day to prove that your faith in my ability was not misplaced. I depart from home smiling. The birds–when did I last hear them singing? How fortunate I am to be here.

-The Choice by Og Mandino

Just something that once helped me a few months ago. My Mom read this book too, I think. If not, she at least read the other books by this author, Og Mandino.

Expect a miracle.

-Liana S.

New Opportunities....

Hello Everyone,

Agnes sent this to me on FB message on May 7 2009.

I hope this will inspire & motivate you to move forward during these difficult times....


SuccessQuote: "There is no security in this life. There is only opportunity." Douglas Macarthur

Chris Widener's Action Point:
Most people spend their time trying to keep what they already have or stay at the level they have already attained. This is human nature.

The problem is that keeps us focused on the wrong things, especially if we are going to continue moving on and becoming more successful.

Instead, we ought to accept the fact that there is no security and therefore nothing to spend our time worrying about.

This then, allows us to focus in on our goals, dreams and visions - the opportunities that we desire to strive for.

It unleashes our potential because we are focused on the right things!

Action Point:
Think of the things you worry about losing. Mentally accept that there really is no security in them anyway.

Now take some time, and continue to do this regularly, to think about your opportunities.

Every time you begin to worry, take that thought captive and refocus on your opportunities.

To All Family & Friends,

A friend posted this on Intersection's facebook group wall and I found it very fit to post it here. I hope this inspires and blesses you like it has to me. Loss isn't easy, but sometimes we just need to be reminded that God really does UNDERSTAND how we feel when we lose someone. Sometimes letting go is what we need to do to let God's purpose unravel. God worked through Auntie Agnes while she was here and will continue to work through her even while she is in Heaven. I know it.

"Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you." - 1 Peter 5:7

God bless 8]

-Harold

Letters of Encouragement

Hi Liana, Desiree, and Uncle Dennis,

If it’s all right, I just wanted to share with you an experience I had this morning in the hopes that it might encourage you and your family. I am very sorry that I did not have the opportunity to know your mother better, but the few times we did meet and converse are very precious to me, as she was extremely kind and gentle in every way. Compassion is few and far between these days, and thus worthy of being cherished forever wherever it is found.

This morning they began the closing worship set at church like normal. Though I’m ashamed to admit it, my mind was already wandering to what sort of groceries I needed to pick up at the store on my way home and the million things I had to do this Sunday before work started the next day. Then, at the very end, they played the song “O Praise Him” originally performed by the David Crowder*Band. It’s a song I have heard many a time before so the words came almost mechanically when it started.

In the first verse of the song, they sing the lines, “The sound of angels’ songs.” In Matthew, Christ promised that when two or more were gathered in His name, He would be there. There have been a few times in my life when I have indeed experienced the radical presence of God and it’s been tremendous. This time, though, it was far different than anything that I’ve ever had the privilege of feeling before.

When that line came across the lyric screen and the words passed my lips, everything suddenly fell away and I started sensing something deep and profound. In that moment, when singing about how the angels are also singing, I felt heaven open up and collide with earth, like the saints and angels gathered around the Heavenly Father’s throne were singing the same words, too, in time with all of those gathered there in that sanctuary. The chorus goes on to say, “O praise Him, for He is holy,” and I felt like all the universe was reverberating with that statement over and over, that everyone, those still on earth and those already returned to the Creator, were singing in time.

In all that, though, I truly and honestly felt your mother’s presence. There was a spirit of utter, blissful joy there—peace, happiness, and praise. It was as real as if I could see her with my physical eyes. I knew she was standing there at the wounded feet of Christ and singing those words too, that He is Holy, that she was raising a joyous noise for our King. And in that moment I was so overwhelmed with the sense that she was so incredibly happy, smiling, with shining eyes. I felt that she was so real even amidst the thousands upon thousands of saints and angels standing their praising the Lord. It was so poignant, so powerful, so direct…I can’t even describe it. And in a way, it made me envious that I wasn’t there worshiping at the Father’s feet too, and yet so understanding of the fact that she was present, always, and not really gone.

I’ve heard it said that Christ is the bridge between heaven and earth, life and death, that His sacrifice makes it so that those two realms, the mortal and immortal, don’t have to be separate. I don’t think I really understood that until today, that God is real and those saints of His that He calls home are with Him—and with us, too, in that cloud of witnesses that Hebrews promises stands about us and cheers us on until it’s our turn to bow at His feet in heaven.

I want you to know that you and your family’s strength, hope, faith, and love over the past few weeks has been both encouraging and convicting to me, in an incredible way that’s really helped me realize so many important things about my own life and faith. Thank you for sharing this. Thank you for helping me see. I pray for you and your family constantly, but I ultimately know that God loves you all so much more than any words can express.

Thank you so very much.

With love,

- Malia Rose

Please tag your photos to my Dad's facebook!

Hi guys!
If you have any photos from the funeral/Celebration of Life my Dad requests that you would post them on facebook and tag him in them so we can consolidate everyone's photos. 'Cause you know, everyone has different perspectives so we'd like to see what yours is too.

Thank you. (:

Expect a miracle!

-Liana S.

In Remembrance

Christine Ancheta Balagtas, Agnes' old roommate/friend, didn't get the chance to share her tribute at the funeral service last Saturday, 12/2nd, due to time constraint. I'm posting her story here. Please read on and be extra blessed and continue to "remember."

Over the last several weeks we prayed for a miracle, a healing that would astonish the doctors. God did, in fact, answer that prayer, as He answers all prayers with either a Yes, No, Not yet, or I have something better. God answered our prayers by providing a healing that surpasses all earthly healings, He provided an eternal healing, free from sickness, pain and tears.

“Blessed is a man who perseveres under trial; for once he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him.”  ~James 1:12

“THINGS WHICH EYE HAS NOT SEEN AND EAR HAS NOT HEARD, AND which HAVE NOT ENTERED THE HEART OF MAN,  ALL THAT GOD HAS PREPARED FOR THOSE WHO LOVE HIM.”

Today we remember and celebrate our dear sister, Agnes. I could only imagine that when God was fashioning those traits that would define friendship that she gave Agnes without measure.   He was clearly not sparing, filling her with those qualities that would precede and follow her all the rest of her days. More than mere words, Agnes spoke with the power of her deeds. Her faith was not dead. Her faith was demonstrated in her selfless care, compassion and a willing readiness to give herself completely to whoever God put in her service.  As roommates together in the late 80’s, several defining moments are clear.

• As a single mother 23 years ago, Agnes was actually with me, as I delivered my daughter Elizabeth. She made sure that I would not be alone, that she would provide the comfort and support that she knew would be needed as a person without a husband.

• Later on as I started to get on my feet, she sacrificed her reputation and purchased a car for me under her name (and I made the payments). She knew that I needed a car, and again, she sacrificed herself for me despite the personal risk to her credit. 

• 5 years ago, after almost 10 years of not being in touch because of family, she and Dennis eagerly welcomed me and my family to Elk Grove, when we 1^st moved to the Sacramento area. In typical Agnes fashion, she brought food and refreshement, as she knew the stress of moving.   She offered herself throughout the week for meals and whatever was necessary for us to adjust to the new community.

• Through life’s struggles, including marital issues that couples face, Agnes was always there every step of the way. Instead of passing judgment on me and my situation, she was only a listener and offering caring empathy. It was the power of her example, coupled with her sensitivity, that inspired me to continue my journey

All in all, with Agnes I never was alone. Agnes was not a loud, nor extroverted person, who would be the attention of the party so to speak. Instead, Agnes was the gentle, quiet, but deeply loyal, abidingly faithful friend who understood. In the words of a former UN Secretary, “It is more noble to give yourself completely to one individual than to labor diligently for the salvation of the masses.”

Join me in remembering Agnes by celebrating what she would have everyone celebrate today.  And that is not HER life, but most importantly the Life of Her Saviour.   

Remember Agnes by remembering her Saviour.    

Remember Agnes by remembering that life is not measured by the things that we accumulate but instead the difference and service you are to others.  

Remember Agnes by remembering that we are all sick and dying but an eternal healing awaits those that who don’t work in this life, but rest in the eternal abiding righteousness of Jesus Christ.

Remember Agnes, by remembering her life creed: What is my only comfort in life and in death? "That I am not my own, but belong—body and soul, in life and in death to my faithful Savior Jesus Christ. He has fully paid for all my sins with His precious blood,and has set me free from the tyranny of the devil. He also watches over me in such a way that not a hair can fall from my head without the will of my Father in heaven; in fact, all things must work together for my salvation. Because I belong to Him, Christ, by his Holy Spirit, assures me of eternal life and makes me wholeheartedly willing and ready from now on to live for Him."

In short, remember Agnes by remembering Jesus, the Resurrection and the Life.    

~Christine Ancheta Balagtas 

(with husband, Jerry, and children, Elizabeth, Grace & Benjamin)

MEAL TRAIN • Chugga Chugga Choo Choo

"Nobody can do everything, but everyone can do something." ~Author Unknown

Just to let you know that there's a MEAL TRAIN going on for the Seisa family. Many have been asking how one can help. Well, this is definitely one sure way to help. You can sign up for a date when you can deliver or have the food delivered to their home. Adapting to life without MOM to take care of their daily needs, especially their meals, is going to take some time to adjust. See if you have a date or 2 you can spare.


Thank you for all the LOVE you've been showering the family.
Have a blessed Christmas celebration.


"Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these, you did it to Me." ~Matthew 25:45

From a friend.

"How do you think Christy and I feel? How do you think we cope when this happens to us?"

by Cecilia Naughton-Perez on Monday, November 21, 2011 at 10:33pm

Last night was the first time in a long time I couldn't sleep...usually when my head hits the pillow I'm done...I spent the next three hours thinking about this wonderful woman, why her story caught my attention and captivated me. Agnes is her name. I remember thinking what a beautiful name, sounds like she was full of goodness, saint-like. Agnes means pure and holy. I didn't know her at all, only through my friend Christine's beautiful heartfelt posting, and blog. Christine asked us to pray for her dear friend who was fighting for her life.

You see it was just three weeks ago that Agnes was diagnosed with lung cancer. As her situation unfolded and certain medical issues arose, I didn't understand some terms so I asked my daughter, Christy, who is more knowledgeable about medical jargon to join in to read about her and soon after, Cerita, other daughter, started to follow her blog too. So all three of us were following her blog and her day to day fight and struggles.

Her story truly tugged at our heartstrings. Although we did not know Agnes, we learned that she has so much dedication to God, to her family and her friends. She is the kind of person who is truly beautiful inside and out. She is a very special person who poured her life and love into all the people she loved and a light to all the people that she met. Our heartfelt condolences to her three beautiful young daughters, husband, family, friends, and to her dear friend, Christine.

I was so saddened, so touched to read about Agnes passing this morning. Years ago, I always wondered how doctors cope when they have so many patients sick and die while in their care. How do they handle life upon seeing patients fighting for their life, all the procedures they have to perform and all the machines and life support that they see their patients hooked up to survive. I will never see or understand what happens behind the scenes in the hospital the way the doctors see them.

A couple hours before Agnes passed. I read in the blog that her oxygen was low, and her family was rushing to be with her, so I sat down near my son-in-law, Cisco, with a heavy heart and asked him "Cisco, tell me the meaning of all this what is happening to her?" I listened to Cisco describe to me all that was happening, and painted a picture for me what they do to patients, what they see, and what they say to terminally ill patients and their families. As I looked into my son-in-laws eyes, he said, "Mom Cecile, you read all about her in a blog, you don't know her personally, so don't be so hard on yourself, then he went on to say, "How do you think Christy and I cope with this kind of situation that happens almost everyday. We see critically ill patients, take care of them, get to know them for a day, for a week, month or so, get to know their families and sometimes they die. How do you think Christy and I feel? How do you think we cope when this happens to us?"

How do doctors cope? Now I understand why Agnes came into my life, for me to experience to care about someone I didn't know and to feel the pain of losing them even for the short time I was able to peek through a window into her life. Just the way Christy and Cisco experience them. As I listened to Cisco answer my question, I realized I will never fully understand what goes on behind the scenes in the hospital room, ER or OR and how it may have affected both of them. I now have a better understanding that some days will be more difficult and there will be some days they will come home with a heavy heart and full of sadness, but I know they will always put a happy face on and cope the best way they know how, by running or walking as soon as they come home or just by being quiet not saying a word. And yes, now that I think back, there were days when its much more unbearable that they both talked and shared about their day while tears formed in their eyes.

After talking to Cisco I felt so much admiration and respect for both of these young doctors-to-be. I've always believed that God put us here on earth to touch, to learn, make a difference and impact each other and create a ripple effect here on earth. I didnt know Agnes but she came in my life to enlighten me, I've learn from here on to be more understanding, to have more patience, be aware, conscious and sensitive, to my children, when they come home from a long day and night from the hospital. For me to be on another level of mothering, to learn to have the heart of a "Doctor's Mother."

~Cecilia Naughton-Perez

Thank you for sharing. (:

On the journal....

Hello Everyone,

It has been a Incredible Weekend of Outpouring of Love & Support of family, friends old & new who attended Agnes' funeral.

Our family & I are Truly Blest to have such wonderful relationship's that developed throughout these past days & weeks.

It would be fitting to share this page from Agnes' Journal, which I will be adding from time to time to encourage & inspire each and one of you who had a peak into her journey of life while she was here with us on earth.

Dated: Feb 1, 2010

"Heavenly Father,

I, Thank You for helping me through this day and for providing all of our basic needs.

Thank You for creating in me the desire to be self-disciplined.

Thank You so much for teaching me that my Identity is found in You, and not in material possessions or money.

Thank You Lord for providing the tools I need to create the habits I need in order to fulfill my dream & purpose.

Thank You for making me Complete in You.

Although it was painful at first, Thank You so much for teaching me to live in the present, leave the past behind & give my future into your hands.

Thank You for helping me overcome worry & fear.

Thank You for a healthy marriage & a peaceful family.

Thank You for the many opportunities that you have provided to uplift & encourage others, to make them feel Loved & Valued.

Thank You so much for what You have done & will continue to do through me.

Thank You for saving me.

In Jesus Name, Amen"

"...iron sharpens iron..."

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another."

So, I did not intrude on their prayer. I just happened to be at the right place at the right time with my camera phone in my pocket. 8] As I snapped a couple shots, I overheard Liana pray for them both. It was such a sight to see because I saw peace and calmness through their prayer and for someone to portray this at their own mother's funeral is more than words could describe. For them to be there for each other in prayer was of utmost joy to my heart.

They are both strong women and both exemplify such great strength and wisdom amongst all this that I know Auntie Agnes is smiling so proudly from heaven. She has raised such godly young ladies and as I read their blogs and listen to them talk I feel a great deal of Auntie Agnes through them. They have enveloped her character and her wisdom. She must be so proud of her daughters.

Auntie Agnes was THE virtuous woman described in Proverbs 31 and I have no doubt in my mind that her daughters will be the same. 8]

God bless

-Harold

Celebrating the Life of Agnes Seisa.

This weekend was a life CHANGING experience. Being around the youth again, rededicating, singing worship for the first time... it really brought me back to my true self and true love for God by honoring Auntie Agnes. She along with her family have inspired me in countless ways, that allowed me to return back to Sacramento changed. The presence of God was so strong and everyone's spirit was uplifting. People were even saved at the services as well! Auntie Agnes is STILL accomplishing her mission. This weekend brought me a lot closer to Uncle Dennis, Intersection, The Seisa Family and Friends and most definitely GOD. I am very thankful... Though we have come together on a sad occasion, we REJOICE for we know she is with the Lord. I hope I can speak for many when I say that we've all returned home INSPIRED.

EXPECT A MIRACLE. For Auntie Agnes and her effect on everyone is proof! God is truly at work.

Here are a few shots I had taken or have from this weekend.
- Chris

To see the full album I have visit:

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Hello all!

I just wanted to let you know that if you'd like to contribute a post to this blog (a photo, your memories, your experience with my Mom, etc), please email your email address and I will invite you as an author OR email me your entry and I will post it here.

Remember, this blog really isn't about us. It's about the moments we created, the lessons we learned, the faith that has been strengthened, it's not just for this family, it's for you. So that everyone can be encouraged and edified. You need not know my Mom personally, but how has this impacted you? What's your experience? What has God done in your life because of knowing her? Do you have a favorite memory? Anything at all? As long as you keep it positive.

My email address is liana.seisa@gmail.com

THANK YOU. (:

Expect a miracle.

-Liana

Celebration • Day 2

"It's natural to grieve. It's supernatural to rejoice." ~Pastor Alois Ramos

Yes, we grieve. And we will grieve every time we remember her. The fruits of her labor for Christ is so evident. I loved hearing the testimonies of both the young and not so young. But one does not have to speak on the podium to know it. You see it. You hear it. You sense it. Thank you, Father, for such a wonderful friend in Agnes. We rejoice knowing that she is with you. I cannot wait to see her again.

It was another night of celebrating Agnes' life. And today we will say our final farewell. Service will be at the Tiffany Chapel (NOT at the Newall Chapel where the past 2 services were held). 

"And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose." ~Romans 8:28

Location for Saturday

The Tiffany Chapel

1370 El Camino Real
Colma, CA 94014

Celebration of Life Day 2

Today is Day 2 of the Celebration of the Life of my sister Agnes Fe. I have my nieces sleeping over with their friends and cousins. Sleeping bags, make-up bags, suitcases sprawled out on the living room floor and now worship music playing next door all honoring our sweet Agnes Fe. Thank you Lord for her life.....

:) Vern

Celebration • Day 1

What do I really want? I want to make the vision You gave me become a reality. My biggest fear is dying without my vision being fulfilled. ~Agnes (journal entry on 5.19.10) 

Agnes' mom & Dennis having some quiet moment with her earthly body just before the guests arrived 

 Daddy's little girl

 Friends like this old friend (not that he's old =.) started streaming in. (BoyNoel)

 I am so proud and SO blessed by these girls. Liana (c) and Desiree (r)

 Sisters ROCK!

 Another old friend (Gene)

 Kristie, one of the many nieces, who initially wrote on this blog about Agnes' medical condition, and just one of the many who helped Dennis with medical terms he couldn't even understand. I took care of her when she was little, then she took care of my kids when they were little. And when she has kids, my kids can take care of them. Cycle of life =.)

 Just some of the wonderful ATEs (até means older sister even tho' you're not related) from Faith Bible Church. They so stylin'

Young people are part of Agnes' & Dennis' life ministry. Ronnie (l) chewing away, John Paul (r)

(l) Jig - everyone knows him as the friendly mechanic; (r) Jerry, Dennis' brother in law. 

This is just a few snapshots I took last night. It has been a crazy month/week. I hope to see more friends tonight and tomorrow. It was so great to see a lot of "old" friends and meet new people from Agnes' different walks of life. This weekend is indeed a celebration. I say, we should celebrate more often.

Hope to post more photos later!

Have a glorious Friday. I will see some of you all weekend long. What a TREAT!

Hasta la vista,

~(auntie/ate) Christine

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