We Are Never Alone
Last Rosh Hashanah, I learned something about getting uncomfortable. At the time, I was a single mom of […]
Last Rosh Hashanah, I learned something about getting uncomfortable. At the time, I was a single mom of […]
Every year, the Three Weeks arrive. We remember the tragedies of our past, observe the customs of mourning, and remind ourselves that our Sages teach the destruction of the Beis Hamikdash was rooted in baseless hatred. But this year, I found myself asking a different question.
As we approach Tisha B’Av, we spend time mourning the destruction of the Beis Hamikdash. We reflect on what was lost, the pain of exile, and the longing for redemption. But tucked inside this painful chapter is a lesson that has profoundly changed the way I experience hardship.