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…it was a bit unorthodox, but it works for us!
Since the kids are still quite young we had some fun making a Pesach tablecloth telling the story of the 10 plagues. We used some inspiration from Challah Crumbs coloring pages and fabric markers and got to work. I spaced ten circles around an oval, each representing one of the 10 plagues that hit Egypt-recorded in Scripture, encircling the Hebrew word for Pesach on our tablecloth. We don’t use the typical seder plate, so our table-cloth is sort-of our seder setting.

Thing 1 and I did most of the work. I sketched out the rough drawings and she got to work coloring in the motifs. Starting with #1, her specialty (Egyptology) and making her lettering look like it has little highlight bubbles… 🙂 She is proud of her little signature marks and she is quite creative (and knowledgeable about Egypt’s history).pesach2015

Thing 2 and Lil’ Bit preferred to play outside, they didn’t realize all of the fun we two were having… until they came in, and great wailing and gnashing of teeth came to pass when they discovered only two motifs remained! *gasp*

Once we finished our art work we heat set the cloth. We’ll add a few finishing touches with some white puffy paint so our table-cloth will be textured. Then some hemming of the two ends. Another project for another day is making some matching napkins and matzah covers.

pesach2015.2We enjoyed various modern Passover songs, including the best ever… Bohemian Rhapsody parody. You should watch it. Our meal was a seasoned, seared beef roast, sweet potatoes, Brussels sprouts & matzah w/karpas and charoset of course. And wine. White Merlot is yummy! And of course, it was enough!

Much to Thing 2’s dismay, Thing 1 discovered the afikomen and was awarded a cash prize. With a lesson about grace and mercy, Thing 2 and Lil’ Bit were rewarded with small gifts of their own. Teaching moments… once a homeschooler, always a homeschooler.

We have a few new recipes to try this year for our week of Unleavened Bread but are already looking forward to next year and our cool tablecloth. ❤

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First batch of bread.

First batch of bread.

Thing 1 wanted to make some bread. So she did… lots of it.

Fresh out of the oven, butter melted over the top, and honey drizzled over… oh yeah, it smells wonderful!

We’ll have challah bread all week…

Pan #2

Pan #2

Pan #3

Pan #3

Still more to go into the oven…

Ready to bake

Final 3 ready to bake

She’s quite the little bread baker.

The whole batch, 1 braid and 16 knots.

The whole batch, 1 braid and 16 knots.

Baking incorporates math, science, reading & comprehension and sometimes geography and/or social studies (depending on the type of baked goods and what we are studying at the time). This bread is challah and incorporates social studies (culture and religion) as well as math and science.

Challah is a loaf of yeast-risen egg bread that is traditionally eaten by Jews on Shabbat, on ceremonial occasions and during festival holidays. 

Baking is an interactive lesson for both the baker and the other students who get to enjoy (eat) the lesson!

Shabbat shalom!

 

A little info about me. There are three things that I hate. Yes, hate.
#1 Being lied to.
#2 Being misrepresented (which is a form of lie, but where I’m not there to correct the misrepresentation).
#3 Being unfairly judged.
I hate them. And I suppose that no one else finds them too tolerable either. Guess this is where that Golden Rule comes in, Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Don’t bear false witness against or about me if you want to keep my respect. Don’t judge me based on someone else’s actions or without asking me about the situation.
I am not my Mother, not my Father, not my Brother-Sister-Anyone.

 

I am myself.

 

Influenced by genetics, my life experiences, my Faith walk, and the people in my life, yes all of that, but I am my own person. Judge me by my own actions if you must, just remember that the same measure you judge me by, you will also be judged.

 

Grief is one of those words that means so much, yet still not adequate in its definition. It’s an action, a state of being, something that we do and yet just happens to us, that is not one-size-fits-all. We all grieve differently.
Some people are doers, they express their grief by busying themselves with doing good things to remember those who have passed on and to help those who remain.
Some people get lost in their grief and need others to come along side them and walk through the grief with them. Maybe even to pull them out of their despair.
Some people ignore their grief and suppress it, only to have it rear its ugly head later as unwanted anger or resentment.
Some of us are all of the above I guess. You can’t really label grief entirely.

Love is another such word. It is an action, a state of being, it is not simply an emotion, no OSFA definition to the word or how people apply it in their lives. People express their love in various ways. Some are doers, some are “talkers” (who like to express via words rather than deeds), some are touchy-feely types who want to hug you all the time… 😉 We are all different and even different in various times and circumstances.

When someone is grieving and they express their desire to do something to honor the loved one, and/or the surviving loved ones, it is a disservice to deny them. If I’ve learned anything from my bereavement doula training it is this, people need to express their grief. Don’t shut them up. Help them to do so in beneficial and appropriate ways.

This does not mean to take advantage of generosity of course. There has to be a delicate balance.

Growing up I was greatly influenced by my Grandparents who believed that one should not take “charity”, as they called it. If someone offered to do something for you, or give you something, you should not take it, you could buy it from them, but not accept a gift. However, they would have been highly offended if someone didn’t accept a gift from them. Smacks of double standards to me and this mind-set is one that is quite contrary to Biblical thinking in my understanding. Certainly there is truth in not taking advantage of good-hearted individuals. Yet the whole of the “new testament” is about helping one-another. Feeding others who have no means at the time. Giving, helping, doing for others. Selling your own goods to help a brother/sister in need. All of this “charity” stems from a heart of love. How do you tell someone to not show their love? I can’t imagine that. Yeshua (Jesus) says that this is how the world knows we are his disciples, by our love for our brothers. It is the heart of the entire Law.

Now abides these three: Faith, Hope and Love (Charity), but the greatest of these is love.

Expressing our love during times of grief is paramount to the healing process. I want to honor my Father, do things that keep his good name alive, to keep his heritage alive because I love him. I guess I’m a type of doer in this regard. Many people are. I can’t imagine how I would feel if someone told me I couldn’t do that. It’s out of that place that I gratefully accept the love and honor that others give to my Dad, in his memory, to me and to others. And in time, I hope to return the love and honor to them in whatever ways possible.

 

 

Dust to dust

 

 

We had our memorial for Dad at the cabin yesterday, (Tuesday 7/23). He is finally resting where he wanted to be, well mostly anyway.

 

Dad's ashes and the photo Tami took.

Dad’s ashes and the photo Tami took.

 

We had a nice gathering of close friends and family. Mike, Tami and Allie, Skylar, Scott and Deni, Dean, Aunt Char and Uncle Ray, Aunt Dee and Uncle Eugene and of course myself and the kids. Tami and Deni arranged the food and brought us a wonderful array of local flavor: moose burgers, elk sausage, deep-fried zucchini and cauliflower (one of Dad’s specialties), salads… so much food. And all so good.

Mike grilling up some awesome moose burgers and elk sausages!

Mike grilling up some awesome moose burgers and elk sausages!

 

Good food!

Good food!

 

We spent about 4 hours together out there. Looking around, laughing, reminiscing, taking pictures. A true final good-bye.

 

All of us, Mike was behind the camera.

All of us, Mike was behind the camera.

 

Then we took his ashes to the garden. Dad had told others that he wanted to be next to Fritz and Okie (his dog and cat who are buried there). Aunt Dee and Uncle Ray scattered some of his ashes in the wind over the garden. We buried some next to Okie, and then Aunt Dee took some back to Linda.

 

 

Mike dug a small hole next to Okie for Dad’s ashes, then we planted a Forget-Me-Not over the top. A fitting plant I’d say. Both Alaska’s state flower, and true to its name, we will never forget the man they called Chuck, and I called Dad.

 

 

The finality of it. Both full of sorrow and yet good knowing that to the best of my ability, I was doing what Dad wanted. Dad’s wishes are what matters.

 

Sums it up well...

Sums it up well…

 

Baruch b’shem YHVH. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord.

 

 

 

This has been a rough week. Between working 4 closing nights in a row (including one very busy night with no help), the emotionally charged days of July 4th and 5th, and learning about Howard’s death (the first death I’ve had to process since Dad’s), I’m exhausted.

 

 

But…

 

 

We got up this morning and read our Torah portion. We read about the Israelites coming into the Promised land, crossing over the Jordan River and finally getting their inheritance. Finally. After 40long years, and several battles, the children of Israel were home. YHVH shows his faithfulness and keeps his word, once again. We have this promise to stand on, that YHVH will always keep his word.

 

After our Torah portion we put in some praise music and enjoyed the peaceful environment that always creates.

 

 

A good sabbath.

 

 

It seems that no matter what our Torah portion is about, there is always something in it that corresponds to our current life situation. I can see several parallels here. YHVH is faithful, even when we are not. He even keeps our end of the bargain through Yeshua. And when we are not faithful, we have the ability to turn from our evil-doing, and there he is, faithfully waiting. (this is not license to do evil, but his mercy and grace). We do the best we can with what we have at times.

 

This Torah portion mentions Caleb (Kaleb) a few times. I always enjoy the portions with Caleb in them. Caleb was faithful. His faith is an inspiration to us all. Even in the face of giants, Caleb was faithful, along with Joshua (Yehoshua).

 

 

I wish I were more like Caleb and Joshua. I wish that my faith wouldn’t waiver in the face of giants. But it does. I’m human. I make wrong decisions. I do the best I can with what I have, and I walk on.