Despite a life laced with hardship, Perela Widenbaum never stopped believing in blessing
As told to Rivka Streicher by Perela Widenbaum
Back home in Southfield, Michigan after seminary in Israel, I found myself one day, climbing onto my mom’s 80s station wagon. I leaned back on the warm metal of the large, flat roof.
“Hashem,” I murmured, eyes closed against the sun. “My formal education is over. But with my non-frum parents, I have no idea how to find a shidduch. When You find him for me, will You let me know?”
It felt natural to do that. I was flummoxed and overwhelmed; why not give it to G-d? Despite coming from a secular home, I’ve always been an intuitive, “sixth sense” sort of person. Connecting to Hashem came naturally to me.
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