Often, we fall prey to a certain image of what our lives are supposed to look like, what our marriages or children are supposed to look like, what our mission is supposed to look like. But this is another way of fashioning our god with the tools of our understanding
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ow could any intelligent person believe that a piece of metal is god? We could perhaps appreciate how ancient pagan societies attributed divine qualities to the powerful forces of nature, but metal? How can we, nowadays, understand this commandment? (Rabbi YY Jacobson, Yeshiva.net)
It should’ve been routine, but it was anything but. The fifth-month checkup should’ve passed with a weigh-in, a quick ultrasound, and a half-hearted admonition to take those nauseating prenatal vitamins.
Instead, Shevi found herself shaking, her very bones quaking as the doctor consulted yet another professional in the practice, the room rapidly filling up with staff, their faces glued to the ultrasound screen.
Words drifted around her. “Rare… never seen it. Who’s the top? Hadassah Hospital….” Then she just closed her eyes and let herself float as the words created waves that carried her away.
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