We learned from our parents that wherever a Jew is, it’s always a good place to talk to our Father
We Sisters inherit our love for tefillah from both sides of the family.
An elderly woman who knew our father a”h as a young man, long before we were born, told us: “Nathan? All Nathan wanted to do was sit in his synagogue and pray. A shul Yid.”
Our mother a”h had a different tefillah style. Living in Eretz Yisrael in her last decades, her favorite place was Yam Hamelach. Floating in those wondrous salt waters, surrounded by the mystical mountains where David Hamelech sought shelter and perhaps wrote chapters of Tehillim, renewed her, body and soul. That was the place, she told us, where she spoke most honestly and fervently to Hashem.
Come join us Sisters as we share some of our own informal conversations with Hashem. Crying out at a moment of high stress, then thanking Him in a moment of calm. Touching the timeworn stones of the Kosel. Looking down at a Beit Shemesh street — and up to Hashem’s beautiful skies.
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