I Had My Portrait Made by a Famous Artist

Well...ummmm...she's not exactly famous.  

Yet.  ;-)

But she did make a portrait of me.  Never mind that it was a temporary one on the dry erase board.  :)

She included all the important details: a smile from ear to ear (errr, make that eye to eye), capable hands with LOTS of fingers, little baby Benjamin on my arm (completely accurate to put him on my left arm since that's the one I use to hold him 99% of the time), my name carefully written above me to identify who the figure in the portrait is (not that there could be any doubt because of how closely it resembles me), all done in vibrant colors.  Moriah even started to write Benjamin's name; she knew it started with "B" and then added an "O," presumably because the second letter of her own name is "O" as is the second letter of "Mom."  So Benjamin became "BO" and then she gave up.  Oh well, whatever.  Close enough.  :)

I'll tell you what's true: I would rather have my portrait drawn by my own sweet little girlie, using orange and pink markers on a whiteboard, than have it painted by the best portrait painter on finest canvas to be hung in the presidential portrait gallery.

Because this portrait, this grinning face, this gift all declare in unmistakable tones, "I LOVE YOU, MOM!!"  I'll take that any day.  :)

The Death of a Saint

Two weeks and a day ago, I sat in our church service and listened as one of the men in the church, Travis, gave a talk before we took communion.  He fought back the tears as he talked about his dad's death earlier this year and told us how, on the day he passed away, Travis was sitting by his bedside at 6:00, thinking that his dad was going to get better--and then at 6:05, he died.  Travis encouraged us to be intentional in how we live our life, treasuring our relationships and, most of all, making sure that we are ready at any moment because death comes without warning and you just don't know when it's going to be your time to die.

One week and a day ago, I sat in our church service--a "normal" service--and saw our brother in the Lord, Travis, for the last time.

Two days ago, I sat in that church building during the funeral service for Travis; and the tears flowed as the news of his death, which had so shocked me--almost to the point of disbelief--when I heard about it, at last became real.

Travis was born the same year as Jeff (he wasn't old at all), and he and his wife Chrissy were married the same year Jeff and I were (1997 wasn't that long ago).  And yet death doesn't just visit the old; it also sneaks into the houses of middle-aged men and knocks them down, collapsing those who seemed so mighty and leaving their loved ones absolutely stunned.  So it was with Travis.  His heart gave out without warning, and angels carried him home to heaven.

We were out of town when it happened, enjoying a family get-away up in the mountains of western North Carolina.  We didn't have any internet or phone service where we were staying, so it wasn't until Wednesday morning when we were driving along the Blue Ridge Parkway and came to a spot where there was enough clear, unobstructed air for us to get cell phone coverage that the news came to us.  Jeff checked his email, read about Travis, and made some exclamation that alerted the rest of us to the fact that something horrible had happened.

At first, he didn't tell us what it was, not wanting the sorrowful news to steal the joy of our special family time (although he did assure me immediately that it wasn't any of my family); but as we rolled along the Parkway, he began to speak to me--in Hebrew to keep the kids from understanding.  He expressed that it wasn't the leader of our church who had died, but that it was one of the elders.  In my Hebrew (which has gotten rusty in the 11 years since we left Israel), I asked sorrowfully, "The old one?"  No, it wasn't him.  Then I asked in greater surprise, "The man who was at our house on Sunday to eat?"  No, it wasn't him.  And then, with immense incredulity, the thought came that it might be Travis.  No, surely not him!

Yes, him.

It was impossible to believe what I was hearing.  Most of the time, it still feels that way.

As the knowledge of Travis's death soaked in, we realized that it would be better to tell the children, rather than leave them wondering what the bad news was (had something happened to Grandpa? had our house burned down? what was it??), so Jeff gathered them around and, surrounded by some of the prettiest scenery in God's creation, he told them what had happened.

Their immediate concern was for Zac.  Zac, the son of Travis.  Zac, the one who was having a birthday that very day--the day after his dad died--and was now 11 years old, David's age.  Zac, their friend.  Zac, who was now fatherless.

As our trip continued, our thoughts often flew over the mountains to our home area in Virginia--to Chrissy and Zac and the rest of the family, and to our other friends in the church who were grieving such a sudden departure of a treasured part of the body.

Various memories of Travis came floating through my mind, but the most vivid was from the day he was ordained as an elder.  April 12, I believe it was.  Just over a year ago.  I remember the oil from the anointing glistening on Travis's head (he didn't have much hair to soak it up or hide it!).  :)  I remember the serious air he had as he stepped into this significant role in the church.

Most of all, I remember his humility--surely one of his most outstanding traits--as he knelt down on the floor and gently washed the feet of some of the children in the church.  My Shav...

...and my Moriah...

...were two of the ones who received this blessing from him as he demonstrated his willingness to serve the flock that God had placed under his care.

He had such a heart to serve, even to "the least of these."

The time he washed my children's feet is the memory that is most vivid to me, but my most recent memory of him comes from eight days ago, his last Sunday on this earth.  Two things stood out to me.  The first was how, during a time in the service when the congregation can ask for prayer for various people and situations, Travis reminded us to pray for Julia, our minister's wife, who was leading the singing that morning and had gotten emotional and obviously had some things on her heart that were concerning her.  Out of all of us, he was the one who saw her need and urged us to pray for her right away.

The second memory is from after the service when I was walking towards the back of the sanctuary on my way to the car.  Travis stopped me and jubilantly showed me his wrist.  He had had a patch of bad eczema there; but a few days before, his wife Chrissy had stopped by our house and had picked up a tube of the ointment from China that we are using for Benjamin (and have gotten such amazing success from).  We had told them where we ordered it from, but since it takes a while to come all the way from China, we wanted him to begin to gain the benefit of it as soon as possible, so Chrissy took it home to him and he started using it.  By Sunday, he could tell a big difference; and he happily showed me that.  We were both so pleased.

It was our last conversation.

It wasn't long at all after we heard the news of his death that I thought about the communion message he had shared just nine days before he died.  It was as if, completely unknowingly, he had preached his own funeral message.  The urgency of his message that day was amplified a thousand times by the passing of his own life so soon after.

Since Travis's death, the verse I keep coming back to is Psalm 116:15, "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints."  At first, it seemed strange to call such a heart-wrenching event "precious"; but as I pondered it further, I think I began to understand a little bit.  If we could only look at death from God's perspective, we would see that it is but a doorway through which each of us will someday walk.  What's so scary about a door?  Absolutely nothing, unless you fear what is on the other side.  But when the other side is heaven forever, with all the pleasures and glories of being in God's presence eternally free from the troubles of this world--be they diabetes and eczema or temptation and sin or the pain of broken relationships or any number of other trials we face here on earth--there is NOTHING to fear and EVERYTHING to gain!  For God, Travis's death was an enthusiastic "WELCOME HOME!" to one of His beloved sons; what rejoicing accompanied such an event!

Seen from His perspective, of course "precious" is an accurate descriptor of such a homecoming!

Seen from this side of the door, the rejoicing is dimmed as the ache in the heart wells up so fiercely.  I think of Chrissy and Zac, and my prayers are reduced to simple cries of "Oh God, help them! Strengthen them! Be near to them!"

He will, I know, and He is.  And meanwhile, all of us who had the privilege of knowing and loving Travis look forward with unquenchable hope to the reunion we will someday have in heaven with that gentle giant.

And then, we will never say goodbye.

Meanwhile, Today...

We spent a few days this week running away from normal life and heading south to visit a dear, dear friend and explore a new-to-us part of God's creation.  More about all of that later!

Meanwhile, today...

Grandma Fisher fed sweet potatoes to Benjamin for his supper...

 ...and we had an unexpected visitor in the garden!!!!!

Looks like it may be time to run away again!!  ;-)

A Time to Go {Shenandoah Valley Discovery Museum}

For quite a long time after Benjamin was born, we were in a season of STAY.  The inevitable adjustment after adding a new member to the family meant that outings were, for me, more about necessity and less about relaxation.  When we could be at home, life was easier.  :)

And then in late January, our puppies were born, and once again it was more convenient to be at home, able to help with them in whatever way was needed.  Late winter and early spring brought plenty of visitors to us--some of whom departed with puppies in hand--but we still weren't venturing too far from home unless necessary.  Of course, we did our regular routine of extracurricular activities, but the idea of additional field trips or just-for-fun expeditions seemed stressful.  So I didn't do them.  :)

That has changed.  

During April we began to shift from the phase of A Time to Stay to a new season of A Time to Go.  Some of those adventures have already been recorded on the blog: a trip across the mountain to an indoor trampoline park, a much shorter trip to visit my mom in the nursing home, a pre-Mother's Day evening at a park, etc.  

One event that has not been blogged about (yet!) was a trip to Roanoke to a science museum there; and while we were there, Jeff got an annual pass for the family that includes admission to many science and children's museums all across the country.  Having such a pass is motivating because it encourages us to find other museums that we can visit while this membership is still good; and so because of that, the kids and I and Grandma Fisher found ourselves meandering up interstate 81 last week to visit the Shenandoah Valley Discovery Museum in Winchester.

None of us had ever been there before; in fact, despite being born and raised in the Shenandoah Valley and now having lived here again for the past 10 and a half years, I haven't spent much time at all in Winchester.  Oh, I had gone to the mall there a handful of times in my childhood and youth; and I've eaten at the Olive Garden there since Harrisonburg doesn't have one (one is coming though, that's the news we hear!).  :)  But I have never driven much in Winchester or explored the town at all.

The Discovery Museum is located in a section of town that makes me want very much to go back and explore!  I loved the old buildings, and there is a pedestrian mall area nearby that looked enticing.  But on this trip, our objective was the museum; and our time was delightfully spent there.  :)

I took many pictures (anyone surprised by that?) ;-) and will mostly let them speak for themselves.  :)

Silly fun with a goofy mirror.  :)

That object Josiah is looking at with such interest?  It's a snake.  Those who know me well will not be surprised to know that I didn't get any close-up photos of that!  ;-)

Jeff's mom very patiently watched as the kids flitted from here to there, trying out all sorts of activities.  It was nice that the museum had seats scattered around conveniently.

Shav really enjoyed and spent a lot of time in this apple orchard area.

The museum has three floors as well as a roof that can be played on.  This is a view of the second floor (which is where we spent most of our time and where I took most of my pictures).

Most of the activities were for younger children than Josiah (and David, too, a little bit).  But Josiah found this table and got to work building a house--a process that I came back around to watch periodically and take pictures of.  It took a lot of patience and perseverance for him--not to mention, steady hands!--and probably consumed a couple of hours.  He was having a great time while the others were off exploring in different areas.

Eventually we left Josiah and Grandma Fisher on the second floor while we went up to the third floor.

Tobin REALLY enjoyed weaving.

The day was a little cool and overcast, but we still spent a little time on the roof.

I thought these bubble buckets attached to the fence were a great idea.

Most of the time I had Benjamin in the Snugli and he was mostly content there, but I had him out for a little while, and he found this wooden-bead-on-tracks activity quite exciting.  I loved the reflections.  :)

Of course Moriah wanted to show her baby brother how to do it.  :)

Josiah had made quite a bit of progress on the house he was constructing.

Another great activity for Benjamin was this abacus.

I love my children's hands.  :)

More progress!  By this time, Josiah was decidedly nervous when people walked by because it shook the table a little, and he was wondering if his house would collapse before he got to finish it!

Most of us went back down to the first floor for a little while, and Moriah wanted to excavate.  She's taking after her daddy.  :)

Seeing Shav pretend to be injured in the back of this ambulance made me so grateful that none of my children has ever needed to be transported in the back of an ambulance for real.  I don't want to take good health for granted.

I really liked this activity: if you placed both palms on the flat surface where the handprints are, the machine would detect your heartbeat and would then play the drum in time with your heart.

While Josiah was putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece, Moriah decided to try to build something.  It's not very easy with these blocks!

The completion of the project!  :)

There were a number of other fun things there that we enjoyed but I didn't take pictures of.  I thought the museum was great: very attractively laid-out with numerous stations for various activities.  We spent three hours there and could have spent longer, but our parking meter was about to run out!  ;-)  It was definitely a winner in our A Time to Go phase of life here in the spring of 2016!  :)

After that, we went to the Olive Garden restaurant that was not far away and enjoyed a scrumptious feast for a late lunch/early dinner; and then we hit the road for home, stopping to see two of the puppies on the way.  We arrived home tired but happy, ready for some time at home to recharge, but already thinking ahead to the next time we head out on another expedition.  :)