Sharing The Personal and Positive
I was sitting this past Shabbat afternoon on a bench in a beautiful garden in the village/town of Kfar HaRoeh with the modest Shabbat wind caressing my cheeks and captivating my hair in its wistful dance.
I heard the glorious laughter of children, let my heart fill with the magnificent privilege of being with loved ones.
The powerful current of gratitude swept me away from the shores of indifference losing myself in the grateful existence of the privilege of living in Israel.
As I continued to take in this beautiful garden I found myself thinking of those of centuries past who felt Israel a mere dream , who suffered and cried so many tears that formed the powerful river that showed us the way back home .
I was sitting this past Shabbat afternoon on a bench in a beautiful garden in the village/town of Kfar HaRoeh with the modest Shabbat wind caressing my cheeks and captivating my hair in its wistful dance.
I heard the glorious laughter of children, let my heart fill with the magnificent privilege of being with loved ones.
The powerful current of gratitude swept me away from the shores of indifference losing myself in the grateful existence of the privilege of living in Israel.
As I continued to take in this beautiful garden I found myself thinking of those of centuries past who felt Israel a mere dream , who suffered and cried so many tears that formed the powerful river that showed us the way back home .
Thank you Hashem for the little things in life that are so unbelievably awesome.
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