Hashem, Where are You?
“OK, two thank you Hashems” I prompted my daughter yesterday as she ate her scrambled eggs coated with white cheese.
This is a longstanding Weisberg tradition: kids come home from school and share two good things that happened to them that day.
“I don’t have anything to say today,” my daughter declared.
“What? There must have been something good that happened today!” I protested
“What do you want me to say, Eema? Thank you Hashem that three boys were kidnapped?!”
This morning, like every weekday morning, I listened to my Chaya Hinda Allen Positive Thinking CD.
“As you breathe out, release with this breath all tension and pain…”
“Continue to breathe deeply, and feel that Hashem gives you this breath with great love and compassion…”
This feels great.
“Breathe again and feel that this breath is absorbed throughout your body, spreading life and giving love to each and every cell.”
Chaya Hinda you are THE BEST.
“Hashem protects me, my family, my home, and all that is mine.”
I bet the poor mothers of those three hostages also believed that a few days ago…
I just read an article that shook me up.
It was an article in Binah by a young mother (whose name I’m sorry I have forgotten) whose dentist discovered a suspicious growth in her mouth.
“It might be nothing, but it might not be nothing,” the dentist warned, and sent her to perform a biopsy.
The biopsy came back suspicious.
The young mother was concerned. Terrified, in fact.
What if. What if she became so ill that she could not care for her children?
And what if she died, and her children became orphans?
And what if her husband remarried? How could another woman possibly love her young children and care for them as she did?”
It was the end of the article that shook me up.
At the end she wrote: But then I realized, if I became very ill, I would be in Hashem’s hands.
And if I died, I would be in Hashem’s hands.
And if my children became orphans, they would, also, be in Hashem’s hands.
I have nothing to fear.
And reading that article I imagined those boys.
I imagined Hashem holding them with love through every moment of this nightmare. And their parents. And their siblings.
I imagined Him carrying them, step by step, through this Hell on earth– to the other side. Until they are safe and sound, back home, IY”H.