"I ask You to please accept what I feel is my mesirus nefesh. Please help me through the process and be with me. I can’t do it alone”
I kept procrastinating signing the contract that would finalize the sale of our house. We were leaving for Eretz Yisrael on Motzaei Shabbos, and my husband wanted to finish up with the technical details before we left.
I called my rebbetzin. “I just can’t bring myself to do it. What do you say?” I asked her.
I heard her breathe deeply. “Estie,” she said, “you know you’re going to do this eventually. If you delay, neither you nor your husband will have a nice vacation. He’ll be frustrated, and then you won’t enjoy yourself because he’s upset. It’s worthwhile to push yourself and do it.”
I recognized the truth in her words. Yet I knew that this was something I had to do when I was alone. On Friday morning, when the kids had already left for school and my husband had gone to daven, I took the contract from his desk, closed the office door, and began to talk aloud to Hashem.
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