"There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1

Friday, January 28, 2022

Mom's Life-story


 

Erika was born on December 18, 1934, in Fernheim (Chaco) Paraguay. She was the firstborn of six children born to Heinrich and Liese Friesen who had recently come from Russia as refugees. She would be first to say that as children they were oblivious to the poor conditions they lived in, as her parents provided a happy home for them. One of her fondest memories was of how they regularly sang as a family after dinner as it was getting dark.


When Erika was 8 years old, her family was hit by a tragedy when her father fell 13 meters down a well shaft, breaking his back and legs. Her mother spent almost a year with him in a hospital in the city while the children were dispersed to different homes and neighbors cared for their farm.When her father finally came home as an invalid, he learned a shoe making trade, taught music and led the church choir. Mom told us how a sheet of music would get delivered within the village from one choir member to the next, to be hand-copied into a notebook for the next practice. She took over her father’s music book when she was 13 years old, just before he passed away, continuing to record the weekly choir music.


When Erika was 12 years old, she accepted the Lord at an evangelistic meeting.  Erika loved school and finished Grade 6 with honors, but could not continue school due to her help needed at home.


Her mother married David Isaak a year later and two more brothers were added to the family. In her later teen years she went to work in the big city of Asuncion, first as a nanny and later on in a hotel. Then, as a young adult, she heard about an opportunity to work in the kitchen for the MCC Home in Uruguay. This is where she met Peter Janzen and they were married on September 1,1956. All three children were born there, Anneliese, Helmut and Monika. 


Early in 1964, the family moved to a Mennonite community in the outskirts of Curitiba, Brazil, where all three children started their schooling. Erika wrote that they lived there for a happy 3½ years, before moving to Canada in the Fall of 1967. She also wrote that wherever they lived, they quickly found their way into a choir, but when they came to Vancouver, facing a new language and a different style of music notation, she thought this was the end of that. However, it was not long before she was in the choir again, while enjoying the fellowship at Culloden MB Church. 


Erika worked hard to help get established in a new country once more, doing house cleaning and then working at Hanson Plastics. Throughout her full time work, she kept the household running with homemade meals and packed lunches. She enjoyed serving in the church kitchen and packing parcels for needy people in South America. On Saturdays she baked buns and cooked a large pot of soup, just so she would be ready to invite someone for lunch or Faspa on Sunday, which happened regularly.


Erika became a very happy Oma in 1978 and loved every grandchild that followed, building into their lives as best she could.  She and Peter moved to Abbotsford in 1985 to be closer to grandchildren and joined Central Heights MB Church. This was a big change for them, because it meant going to English-only services, Care Groups and choir, but Erika was all in. It was hard not to become her friend. 


Erika's life, as she knew it, came to a sudden change when Peter had his first of many disabling strokes before he was sixty years old. His sudden disability to work and function as he was used to were understandably hard on both of them. In 1997 Peter had another stroke that paralyzed his left side and she became his constant caregiver.  When he moved into a Care Home three years later, she visited him almost daily (with a treat) until he passed away in 2007. During these years Erika had numerous eye surgeries due to a genetic eye disease.  However, despite her joy and her faith being challenged, her walk with God continued to grow. She sold cookies by the thousands, donating where she could, sang in the Senior choir, and volunteered at MCC. She enjoyed planting flower pots, spoiling her family with her delicious treats and ever present availability to help, or just to pray. Erika also became a proud first time great-grandmother in 2002.


Erika traveled to Indonesia with a granddaughter to visit her missionary grandchildren, and also to Paraguay with another granddaughter to visit her family. 


In 2011 Erika married Abe Toews, her best friend’s widowed husband. They enjoyed some happy years together before Alzheimer’s began to rob her of her memory in about 2014.  The years of watching her memory fade and especially watching confusion set in were very difficult, first for her and then for the family. The simplest of facts were lost to her and her brain could no longer focus on any kind of order of how to do everyday life.


In January of 2018 she willingly moved to Bevan Village to be cared for by nurses and care aides. Abe visited her almost daily until he passed away later that year. The last kind of activities she enjoyed had to do with singing or listening to music. Even when her speech was gone, she would listen to a song and open her mouth in awe, or was it that she thought she was singing? We may never know, but for now we know that on Sunday, January 16, 2022 heaven’s choir welcomed a beautiful new alto voice and is richer for it. 


The service https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9INPm6P7-xo

Earth's Final Resting Place


Yesterday was the day that would have, in years gone by, 
 brought me to tears just thinking about it.
However, as the day dawned glorious and sunny,
it felt like all of heaven was rejoicing.
We drove caravan style behind the funeral coach to the cemetery.
Six grandsons carried their Oma to her final resting place.

We gathered to listen to words of hope given by the pastor from Mom's church.
Mom's children, grandchildren, great-granchildren,
extended family and some of Abe's family.

A somber time, yet a reality of life. 
The song by Chris Tomlin played 
while everyone had a chance to say a final "auf wiedersehen" 
and place a rose on the casket.
I will post the words to this amazing song.

There's a peace I've come to know
Though my heart and flesh may fail
There's an anchor for my soul
I can say "It is well"

Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead

And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain


I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise

There's a day that's drawing near
When this darkness breaks to light
And the shadows disappear
And my faith shall be my eyes

And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise

'Till we meet again, mom,
I love you!

❤❤❤

Monday, January 17, 2022

At Home in Heaven

After a 7 year battle with Alzheimer's, my mom slipped away from us on Sunday afternoon. Her life was one of joy and sorrow meeting time and again, but her faith remained constant in the One who led her all the way! Oh, how beautiful heaven must be for her now! Auf wiedersehen to a mom, Oma and great-Oma who loved well and was well loved! 

I will write more in days to come. I'm just not there right now. This is just to give a glimpse into these days. I so much appreciate knowing that even my blogging friends have come to love her. 
 

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

For 2022

World renowned vocalist, Andrea Bocelli, and his family hosted a podcast in his home called, "The Heart of Christmas" in which he was asked about his faith. What he said was very simple, and yet struck me as a profound way of expressing why he believes in God. 

Andrea shared that "faith begins in a person's life when a person asks, what is the reason for life?" He looks at faith as a crossroads. "If you don't want to have faith in God, then you must necessarily have faith in another god called 'by chance'. The second god was one I never liked."  He goes on to give an example of someone standing before Michelangelo's pieta and asking, who made this? Being told who it was, he says, "I don't believe it ... I have never seen this artist." This person prefers to believe that it just happened, maybe from the way the rain fell on it. Andrea goes on to say that life is such a miracle that he cannot attribute it to chance.  Therefore he believes in God.

As we enter a New Year filled with apprehension, unable to make specific plans, I believe that many are asking, what does all of this  mean? Where are things headed?  Do we want to think that we are left to chance or that God has a given us an opportunity to trust Him. 

I believe that we can have peace, knowing that we are not left to chance, but that God desires for us to trust that He is good and that good will win. There will come a day when we will see clearly the answers to the 'why questions' we have. For now, all we need to know is that He is with us and for us. Placing our life is in His hands is the safest place to be. 

I will say about the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust. Psalm 91:2

With love and prayers, wishing you (those beautiful dots on my visitor map) a very happy New Year! 

Thursday, December 30, 2021

Happy Fifth Birthday, Jack

Dear Jack, 

I can hardly believe this day has come,
a day to look back on your first five years of life!
The call that came early one morning,
the joy of cradling the baby boy of our son,
a brother to three sisters
and eleventh in the line of cousins -
youngest and dearly loved in every way!


It seems a season has passed us by,
a season of life's firsts for the last time.
Falling asleep in our arms,
exploring the toybox belonging to each grandchild for a time,
swinging the backyard swing hung for our first,
and walks in the stroller to feed the ducks.
Worn books - read a few hundred times,
yet always new to the new beholder.
Playing with yeast doughs, rolling cookies,
doing puzzles, raking leaves, playing ball,
and pre-school pick-ups
with conversations in the car
using that precious developing vocabulary
I wish to hold on to.

So we celebrated five the way we do
for the last time.

You chose a stuffie to fill, 
added a sound and tucked in a heart.

It seemed we ducked in and out 
rather quickly, but it was just right.


 We are so grateful for the gift of you,
that sparkle in your eyes,
the joy of watching you learn,
exploring the gifts God has given you.
Digging, measuring, hammering, 
dancing, singing 
and especially your tender spirit.
With a treasure of dreams stored in our hearts
for all the days and years to come,
we want you to know we love you
and will pray for you always.

Papa and Mimi


Monday, December 27, 2021

First Family Christmas in this House

Outside the wind was blowing and everyone was quick to get in the door.
Joyful anticipation and thankfulness filled the air.
Remembering so clearly the distancing we had to do last year
made this year so much more special!
Tehya was on the phone with her family in Indonesia
and tried to get them into the photo as well. =)
My H and I had already chatted with them and watched them open the parcel sent off months ago.
It is so good to be able to communicate like this,
one thing that has improved greatly in the past few years. 
We had had a pre-christmas party with Tehya earlier 
because she had other plans for Christmas. 
Circumstances changed, so she was still with us on this day.
She has a way of winning everyone's hearts,
including the littlest ones. 
They just adore their older cousin! 
Our time began with appies early afternoon.
We sat down and the kids took turns reading through the Christmas story.

Then we initiated a new gift opening chair.
It is large enough for two and I had to put this one in.
One can't open before the other if the gifts are the same, right?

Teddy's most special gift from her parents was the tiniest,
cutest kitten (meowing in our laundry room)
but she still had a big smile for what she opened here. 

Lacey, our expressive, ever gracious and kind girl.
I can hardly get over how handsome and grown up Landon is getting to be! 
When did this happen?
And then Natalie, who's always ready with a smile.
The boys got right into helping Jack put together his trucks.
We usually serve dinner buffet style, 
but this time we served family style.
I didn't get any feedback on that, but it was worth a try.
After dinner the girls helped me clean up,
the kids went downstairs,
and it was time for the grown up gift exchange.
My most favorite moment of the year.

Then it was time for trifle and cookies.
I love how Koen cares for Jack, sitting beside him, or playing with him
even though he is six years older.
Funny thing, no one had to be begged to eat dessert. 
And as I write this, 
I'm thinking about our baby Jack turning five tomorrow,
but that will be a post for another day. 


The candles burned down and our long awaited day came to an end.
Hearts full of gratefulness for all of our gifts,
one of the greatest being family.


❤❤❤