Four writers share stories of modern-daymiracles
“I’m driving to court on the day we’re evicted from our rental. The music is on, the song on repeat: V’afilu b’hastarah sheb’soch hastarah, b’vadai gam sham nimtza Hashem Yisbarach…. This is the story of my life.
“I don’t understand Hashem’s ways, and there are times I can’t see Him even though I know He’s there, hiding. And then a sliver of sun peeks through the clouds, and bam, there He is. He always makes things work in the end.
“I have a lot of brachah in my life, but the brachah of parnassah is not one of them. Heaven knows we do as much hishtadlus as we possibly can so that it shouldn’t be this way, but He wills it and so it is. He has put us in the position we find ourselves in, and if He wanted things to be different for us, He would arrange it as such. I know I am exactly where Hashem wants me to be.”
These are the words of my friend Miri.* Uber-normal soccer mom, cute, trendy dresser, meanest baker on the block, geshikt to an extreme. Nothing about Miri screams rebbetzin, tzaddeikes, or Chovos Halevavos lecturer, yet she lives in an alternate reality from the rest of us.
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