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Yonatan does not feel good. The temperature had raised to 39.5 at 19:00
Please pray with us for more quiter night for Yonatan
The fever rose to 41 degree. It might be due to the blood portion that Yonatan received. or not. i do not know. at 21:00 he also had chills. His arm is hurting very much. Please pray for Yonatan!
What a special day was today…
Sasha with the kids and his mom went to the picnic with our congregation.
And i stayed home…
all alone…
from the morning through the evening…
It is SO different to have the week-end all for yourself…
Nothing more. Nothing less. Something else…
it occurs, that you can actually wake up not when you ought to, have to, simply MUST to, but… when you want to…
it occurs, that you can actually have your cup of coffee before you take a shower and dress up…
it occurs, that you might chose not to put the make up as soon as possible, before your show up in the kitchen, as you are not afraid to scare your boys (all 3 of them) with “no-face on you” kind of style…
it occurs, that you might want to have wether all 3 meals a day, or skip one (or few) of them, just because you do not want to stop doing something that you enjoy at the moment…
another nice forgotten feeling is that you can actually cook the thing that you really (but really) like (as eggplant let’s say), without being afraid to see “dis-like” type of faces of your children (dis-like is yet best scenario in that case of eggplant for lunch!)…
you even free to chose what you shall be doing (or not doing) that day and in what priorities!.. Here i failed… i still did some “to-do” list of things as “relax, enjoy, rest!” type of things are quite scary staff as it appears!
You even can decide to go to the beach, to watch the sun-set (and to help this eggplant lunch to go…) and leave the home in 5 minutes after the idea had visited your mind! This is really unbelievable thing for the family of 5! Every spontaneous or well planned activity takes at least an hour before you can really leave the home! I could not believe that i could just take a jacket, car-keys, glasses and leave! No waiting for people to use the bath-room once again, no packing the bag with water (as we go to the desert!), no arguing with EVERY one to put the sun-block lotion of their faces, no “ah! I forgot a hat!” sentences, no need to wait for everyone to check their batteries in the i-pods (though, when we are in the car, we always talk and never listen to the music, especially not on i-pods!)… sandals, swimming suits, money for the ice-cream afterwards… it is much better to stay at home sometimes then spontaneously go to the beach…
You can EVEN put the TV on at the most “wired” hour of the day, such as 2PM! And watch not only some educational program in the Discovery channel (for the kid’s sake!) or another foot-ball match (for the family-time-sake!) or good deep interview (for your own sound-mind-sake!), but to watch just anything, having been dully set into the television screen, not actually believing it is true and you did that!.. not that in 10 minutes you turn it off any way, as the soap-operas is not “your cup of coffee” at all!… but yet… the fact itself!..
you can walk along the beach and just enjoy your path and speed of walking! You do not need to stop and dig, and build from the send, and bring the water for that “fortress”… you do not need to run after the dog that is searching for the food at all peoples bags and tents… you even do not HAVE to swim for building up the family memories… splashes… salt in all the parts of your body… no need to clean the car after 5 salty sandy wet people…
when you come back home you do not need to break your head who takes shower first and what is next on your priority list – washing, cooking, setting your self up or screaming! As you are so tired and have only two hands!..
Wow, what a day… what a new experience… absolutely forgotten… enjoyable… scary…
and yet… i do not know what is better? I still enjoy and love all this hassle of being a family of 5! it is different, but priceless… tiring but worthwhile of every single moment…
two more observations:
i miss my children being little-little (from 2 till 6) ones… I could stop looking at those little ones on the beach… i spent so many days with mine there… i miss it… i think i will be a good grand-mom…i know exactly what a mom (or couple) with 3 (or 1!) needs and i know what will be the best help for them! Looking forward to that!… as to have more little kids ourselves seems like too crazy idea…
i’ve seen so many young dads spend the time with their little children… not moms actually… dads and dads… Well done, good farthers! I think that if i would go the the shopping mall instead, i would so only moms there spending their week-ends with kids… Beach, ocian – fathers… shopping centers– mothers… coffee-shops – all the family together…interesting…
Here we go with the picture that was taken today at the beach… just in case you doubted… 
This year, in the school frame, you worked on the Project called “Shorashim. Roots”.
You did a beautiful search of the story of your family, in order to know better the “ Tree” that you are a part of.
Further to that search, we wanted to focus your attention to the most important part of any tree.
Roots…
Strong roots stabilize growth.
That’s true not only about trees, it is certainly true for people.
Roots strengthen and support us against the prevailing winds of persuasion.
When the mind-bending gales attack without warning, it’s the network of solid roots that holds us firm and keeps us straight…
Beautiful branches and lace leaves, no matter how attractive, fail to fortify us as the velocity increases.
It takes roots, stubborn, deep, powerful roots, to keep us standing.
That’s why your dad’s and mom’s daily prayer for you includes the thought of “being rooted and grounded… being build up and established” in your faith.
Strong roots stabilize growth. That’s the reason they are so very important. Without them we lean and sometimes snap.
But before you get excited about whipping up a strong set of roots, better remember this: it takes time.
There is no instant route to roots.
And it isn’t fun ‘n’ games either. It’s hard work. Not is it a high-profile process. Nobody spends much time digging around a tree trunk, admiring: “What neat roots you have!”
No, the stronger and deeper the roots, the less visible they are. The less noticed.
The process is slow. The process is silent.
But in the long run the final product will be irreplaceable… invaluable…
“How blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked. Not stand in the path of sinners, not sit in the seat of scoffers!
But his delight is in the law fo the Lord, and in His law he meditates day an night.
And he will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither; and in whatever he does, he prospers.” Psalm 1: 1-3
Wow, it was so long time ago that i’ve published the last post on that Blog…
We’ve had few good excuses… Good ones!
First and the most important is that Jonathan keeps feeling good and praise God for not needing to post some urgent prayer requests concerning his health.
We celebrated one year (!!!), since Jonathan had finished the intensive course of chemotherapy and had entered two-year maintains course, when we takes chemotherapy orally (the doze that prevents the illness to come back). We do the blood tests every two weeks, we do the check ups every 6 weeks and we go for the bone marrow check up every 12 weeks. All his tests and check ups are as good as doctors want them to be. 
Can we praise God enough for His mercy on Jonathan and our family?..
Since i’ve wrote last time, Jonathan has went to France to ice-sky ( with the youth group), passed few graduation examinations (98 from 100!!!), he is 2/3 way through getting his drive-license, and he is participating in all possible and impossible youth meetings, conferences, trips, camps, campings and etc… Just a day before the Passover, he was serving as a counselor in the camp of 2-6 grades kids and today he left for trip and camping to the Negev desert with the group of messianic youth….
He is in a good, amazing spirit, he is flourishing and growing in the Lord, as never before… We are so thankful to the Lord!
Another good excuse for not writing for so long was Bar Mitzvah of Ariel. The preparation for that event took all 3 months of my time. Not event itself, but things that surrounded it.
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Ariel worked on his “roots” project that every single pupil in Israel does in 7th grade. He was a diligent student and he really diged into the history of the whole family. Really did a research paper and he finished with beautiful book with the stories and interview of all extended family, with the genealogical tree (family tree) and the pictures that followed the whole story of Ariel’s growing up and his memories… i helped him to match the pictures with the stories that he was sharing or collecting. It went out so beautiful!
At the same time i worked on the special album for Ariel that i put together, combining the pictures of him, of the family, of our trips, vocations, outings with the things that Sasha and myself wrote and devoted for him. I will share few of them later on, at this Blog. I also added special friends blessings for Ariel that they have sent me a head of time. And i also added all his sweet sayings, since he started to talk and up till now. I carefully collected them all in my note-books and now, they are all published in this book for him to inherit and to pass to his future descendants.
That “project” took about 4-6 weeks of a daily work. But the result is worth of all this time and strength. My heart is satisfied and delighted. Those two books (his own and ours) will go along with Ariel and hopefully will encourage him along the way.
Another two things i worked on was a Slide show that i used as a background while the guests were having fellowship and food time during Bar Mitzvah itself. It concluded pictures, short documentary videos and music that were carefully collected for that show.
And the last project was a real documentary film about Ariel (15 minutes long) that was also screened on Nar Mitzvah, as a praise-report of God’s special blessing for 13 years of Ariel’s life. Sasha and me collected the material, but Dorita, the professional movie-maker had put it all together. It was a beautiful present for Ariel. From all of our hearts.
And of course the Bar Mitzvah itself. We’ve hold a party on the Friday night and made an actual “aliya le Torah” (calling up for Torah) on Saturday, in the frame of our messianic congregation.
It was a real blessing for our entire family: to celebrate God’s goodness in Ariel’s and our family life.
There is a time for everything… there is a time for sorrows and there is a time for celebrations…
This spring it was a time for celebration!..
Liel… She turned 10 this March 2… (Jonathan turned 17, Ariel turned 13 – all that happened within this month of March).
Liel has participated in the passover camp again and again she was doing so well! This camp is such a blessing for Liel and other children… year after year… all three of our kids were growing up in those camps and had turned from being only a camper (Liel, Ariel, Jonathan) into the helper (Ariel), then into the helper for counselor (Jonathan and Ariel) and counselor (Jonathan). Beautiful model that works so well…
Liel is greatly loved there, accepted and all the experience of being with the “main-stream” children for few days is developing her social skills in the best way.
We’ve also celebrated the Passover at our friends house two days ago. I could not get rid of thoughts and memories about our last Passover seder (at the same house). Jonathan was bold, week, pale and it was our first outing with so many people around (which could be dangerous for his week body back then…). God has not only kept him well, but blessed us all overly with the so positive experience after long months of isolation to some extend… And here we are, 12 months later, hardly thinking about “danger” of germs and infections, fully enjoying our time together with the friends and families… Jonathan has his hair back, his health back, his strength back… even the color of his face back…
It’s good to write those thing on the “paper”, as this way i worship my Lord for His mercy, goodness and love, loudly, not only in my silent time with Him in prayer.
Last thing, but not the least, is that Sasha’s mom is visiting us. She came to stay with us for two months. After 11 years of not seeing each other (well, SkyP technology does not let me say, “without seeing each other” , let’s re-phrase is “without touching and hugging each other”!) She was with us on Bar Mitzvah and it made it even more special. She celebrated with us Passover, she will stay and see the Independence Day of Israel state… Again, thanks God for that.
Enough for today… The pictures gallery will add the details…
In a few days, i will post some writings for Ariel’s album…
Missed you all…
Couple days ago, the good friend of us has shared a poem by Joseph Brodsky on the account of the holidays…
Before you read a poem, here are few facts about Brodsky.
Joseph Brodsky is a Russian poet of Jewish descent. The poem was written in 1972, it is dedicated to the great poet, Anna Akhmatova, a friend and supporter of Brodsky.
Here is an excerpted transcript from Brosky’s trial, which is telling of his poetic disposition throughout his life, one of openness to mystery.
Judge: And what is your profession, in general?
Brodsky: I am a poet and a literary translator.
Judge: Who recognizes you as a poet? Who enrolled you in the ranks of poets?
Brodsky: No one. Who enrolled me in the ranks of humankind?
Judge: Did you study this?
Brodsky: This?
Judge: How to become a poet. You did not even try to finish high school where they prepare, where they teach?
Brodsky: I didn’t think you could get this from school.
Judge: How then?
Brodsky: I think that it … comes from God.
Brodsky’s famous liturgical poem Nunc Dimittis describes Simeon’s movement (found in Luke chapter two) from the physical to the metaphysical realm, as well as the Biblical transition from Old to New Testament…
Translated by George Kline:
‘Nunc Dimittis’
When Mary first came to present the Christ Child
to God in His temple, she found—of those few
who fasted and prayed there, departing not from it—
devout Simeon and the prophetess Anna.
The holy man took the Babe up in his arms.
The three of them, lost in the grayness of dawn,
now stood like a small shifting frame that surrounded
the Child in the palpable dark of the temple.
The temple enclosed them in forests of stone.
Its lofty vaults stooped as though trying to cloak
the prophetess Anna, and Simeon, and Mary—
to hide them from men and to hide them from Heaven.
And only a chance ray of light struck the hair
of that sleeping Infant, who stirred but as yet
was conscious of nothing and blew drowsy bubbles;
old Simeon’s arms held him like a stout cradle.
It had been revealed to this upright old man
that he would not die until his eyes had seen
the Son of the Lord. And it thus came to pass. And
he said: ‘Now, O Lord, lettest thou thy poor servant,
according to thy holy word, leave in peace,
for mine eyes have witnessed thine offspring: he is
thy continuation and also the source of
thy Light for idolatrous tribes, and the glory
of Israel as well.’ The old Simeon paused.
The silence, regaining the temple’s clear space
oozed from all its corners and almost engulfed them,
and only his echoing words grazed the rafters,
to spin for a moment, with faint rustling sounds,
high over their heads in the tall temple’s vaults,
akin to a bird that can soar, yet that cannot
return to the earth, even if it should want to.
A strangeness engulfed them. The silence now seemed
as strange as the words of old Simeon’s speech.
And Mary, confused and bewildered, said nothing—
so strange had his words been. He added, while turning
directly to Mary: ‘Behold, in this Child,
now close to thy breast, is concealed the great fall
of many, the great elevation of others,
a subject of strife and a source of dissension,
and that very steel which will torture his flesh
shall pierce through thine own soul as well. And that wound
will show to thee, Mary, as in a new vision
what lies hidden, deep in the hearts of all people.’
He ended and moved toward the temple’s great door.
Old Anna, bent down with the weight of her years,
and Mary, now stooping gazed after him, silent.
He moved and grew smaller, in size and in meaning,
to these two frail women who stood in the gloom.
As though driven on by the force of their looks,
he strode through the cold empty space of the temple
and moved toward the whitening blur of the doorway.
The stride of his old legs was steady and firm.
When Anna’s voice sounded behind him, he slowed
his step for a moment. But she was not calling
to him; she had started to bless God and praise Him.
The door came still closer. The wind stirred his robe
and fanned at his forehead; the roar of the street,
exploding in life by the door of the temple,
beat stubbornly into old Simeon’s hearing.
He went forth to die. It was not the loud din
of streets that he faced when he flung the door wide,
but rather the deaf-and-dumb fields of death’s kingdom.
He strode through a space that was no longer solid.
The rustle of time ebbed away in his ears.
And Simeon’s soul held the form of the Child—
its feathery crown now enveloped in glory—
aloft, like a torch, pressing back the black shadows,
to light up the path that leads into death’s realm,
where never before until this present hour
had any man managed to lighten his pathway.
The old man’s torch glowed and the pathway grew wider.
“The Poet, by the grace of God, has the power to turn water of human words into wine, and then, he turns this wine into the blood of the Word. Poetry takes human soul back to the beginning…”
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:
The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.
Crunchy numbers
The average container ship can carry about 4,500 containers. This blog was viewed about 22,000 times in 2010. If each view were a shipping container, your blog would have filled about 5 fully loaded ships.
In 2010, there were 304 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 380 posts.
The busiest day of the year was February 24th with 666 views. The most popular post that day was February 23.
Where did they come from?
Attractions in 2010
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
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February 23 February 2010
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About December 2009
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Urgent prayer January 2010
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“An old year has completed its course.
A new year is smiling at us with twelve months of the unknown.
An entire ocean of possibilities, including both sun-drenched days and a few storms with howling winds and giant waves, stretch out across the uncharted waters.
If we let ourselves, we could become so afraid of the potential dangers, so safety conscious, we would miss the adventure.
But I should warn you, you will have to change . . . and that won’t come easily.”
Charles Swindol
Mark Twain was correct when he said, “The only one who likes change is a wet baby.”
Tomorrow, Dec. 21, at 7AM our time, my mom will have a surgery (crushing the stone in her kidney).
We ask you to pray for my mom and the medical staff that will do the procedure. Thank you!
Some recent family pictures are bellow:
