The answer to my tefillos surprised even me
I’d longed to go to Israel for years, but financial obligations precluded that. I was a widow helping to support a kollel couple, a daughter in a master’s program, and two teenage boys in yeshivah; a vacation to Israel was completely out of my budget. And now this all expenses-paid-for trip was being handed to me on a silver platter.
Wanting to show my hakaras hatov to Hashem for this amazing opportunity, I resolved to use my time in Israel to fervently daven for the singles in my hometown. Since I myself was in my late twenties when I got married, I had a special affinity for older singles. I never forgot what it felt like to attend a simchah alone or hope a Shabbos invitation would come earlier in the week rather than later.
I knew that there was a group of devoted mothers who met every week to say Tehilllim for their single daughters and also for other unmarried women in our community. I obtained a copy of their shidduch list. With my luggage, my round-trip-ticket, the shidduch list, and a heart full of gratitude to Hashem, I was off to Israel.
After a restful Shabbos with friends, I spent the following week zipping all over Jerusalem, speaking in seminaries morning, noon, and night, accompanied by one of our seminary’s most popular teachers, Mindi.
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