Right before candle lighting I feel a calling to share. Dad is in ICU. I am sick w fever and cough and all that jazz. Brother will be sleeping in ICU.
If you see this say a prayer for Binyamin ben Chana, a survivor over and over again, a superman, who came back again and again.
I can't read the opening words of Sefer Shemot without thinking of the closing words of Sefer Breishit. Specifically Yosef's assurance to the brothers that he will sustain them. And then a page turns and Yosef is gone and completely unknown to the leader of Egypt. That's life. We're so here and so strong one second, but then the page can so easily turn. And in a second...
May we be blessed to humbly, kindly, joyfully, generously, embrace life while we are vibrantly still living it.
Shabbat Shalom.
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