Shalom Western Wall Family,

I originally created this blog as a way to spread light from the holy land, and especially from the holiest place in the holy land to surrounding areas.
Then my husband’s tragedy occurred and that became the platform for the blog. But now, as day 5 of the war is in progress, I keep thinking I need to say something. After all, the blog is to apprise everyone of the situation. But as day after day happens, I keep wondering, ‘what am I going to say?’. I want to spread emuna and uplifting thoughts. But truly, the reality of our home is very different and very sobering. So I decided to spread reality – which is really emuna anyway.

3 days ago we heard our first sirens in Jerusalem – very unexpectedly. A rocket was coming. 3 kids were up and 2 were sleeping. In a flash, I had to make a judgment call whether I felt the threat was bad enough to wake up the 2 sleeping kids and whether to make the dash to find the bomb shelter keys and then to the bomb shelter. The only thing worse than having to take care of your kids and taking responsibility for them in this situation, is doing it without a husband to make you feel safe and confident and to take care of you when it is all over.

In the end we decided to huddle under the stairs, say tehillim and hug. That continued for more than an hour later until everyone packed blankets and mattresses around my bed and slept together. They were scared – terrified really.

Let me explain. 2 years ago we had 2 days of sirens during the last war. I told stories to my kids and we sang songs in the bomb shelters and made everything pink and pretty. Was pretty much a breeze as far as rocket scares go.
This year there is no more picture-painting of bubble-gum parties and picnic nights and everything’s going to be alright. Reality use to be never a care in the world or fear in the mind – Hashem would always protect and save – no problem. This year, the kids know better and the picture I paint has to be more real and mature – don’t worry kids, exactly what is supposed to happen will happen – and that’s always for the best. Does that mean no one is ever going to get hurt or die? Now they know that is not true – but it is also ok. My emuna lessons to them are different now. More reality-based.

As they asked question after question, we talked about whether we are doing the right thing. Are we doing our hishtadlus? Well, we are saying tehillim and it is probably turning those rockets away from packed areas. We are going to a safe place. That’s all we can ask for. If it is not our mazel to go now, then no rocket in the world can touch us, as long as we are not putting ourselves in danger’s way. And if it is our mazel to go, then there is nowhere we can run. When it’s time, it’s time. What is right will happen.

Now of course, they are kids – so I reminded them that they have 2 Abas now in Shemayim watching over them.

Someone said to me today ‘I wonder what Hashem is trying to tell us’. I found it kind of funny, because I feel like Hashem is very repetitive in many ways ‘just to do teshuva -that’s always what He’s saying’, I retorted. My kids and I decided to tell Hashem that our hishtadlus now will be to try to be better in our ‘Ve’ahavta Le’Orecha Kamocha’.

The army responds with fighting, the politicians respond with decisions and discussions. If we are neither, then we obviously respond with something else. I find it pointless to discuss how we think the war or the country should be run. Is anyone actually listening to us when we say this? If I am not Netanyahu, so who cares what I think? Why waste energy speaking about what I think will solve the situation militarily or politically. If I want to do something, then I reserve myself to an area where I actually have control. Hashem listens to my teshuva, to my tefila (prayers) and to my improved actions. He also listens to yours and responds in kind. Where we have control and influence – we should act. Where we don’t – we are not actually doing anything.

Almost 600 rockets have been launched – unprecedented not to have a casualty in such a situation. Thank you Hashem!
Even one of the Hamas leaders, after being asked how it could be that he hasn’t been able to kill an Israeli yet, said ‘What can I do if Allah makes miracles for them? But the minute Allah gets angry with them, wait and see what will happen!”. Thanks for the reminder Hamas – we will make sure to continue to make Hashem proud while you pound us.

Please take a moment and pick one extra thing to do to merit Hashem’s protection – after all, this ridiculous war is just for our spiritual growth anyway! Not just for us under fire, but for everyone at home as well!

Just a note – remember the 2nd antifada? Dozens of bus bombings never-ending. Letter-writing campaigns, protests, angry Presidents – nothing worked to stop it. Then the #2 bus from the Kotel blew up. We all heard it. The Rabbis got together and realized that there must be something spiritually dangerous about buses that causes them to be so vulnerable to attacks. They decided to make kosher buses – segregating men and women. Guess what happened? No more bus bombings.
I feel the antifada mentality back amongst the Arabs on the street. The unrest is brewing. That makes me more concerned than any rockets. Thoughts?

With love from Jerusalem,

Batya

Life’s difficult challenges aren’t interruptions. They’re what we need to compose our unique song.

It is no coincidence that Shavuot, the anniversary of the giving of the Torah on Mount Sinai, is the yahrzeit of King David. On Shavuot, the Jewish people received their national mission to be a light onto the nations. King David teaches us about our unique mission in the world as an individual.

I have always admired King David. I even named a son after him, who was born on Shavuot. King David inspires me.

The youngest son of Yishai, from an early age David was sent out to tend the sheep and forced to eat at a separate table because of his family’s embarrassment of his seemingly questionable lineage. After being secretly anointed as the new King of Israel by the prophet Samuel, David revealed himself as more than a harp-playing shepherd and poet when he courageously stood up to the 9-foot giant Goliath, slaying him with a few rocks and sling. After marrying King Saul’s daughter Michal, he spent years being chased by his father-law who out of jealousy attempted to kill him several times. David responded with compassion and love, trust and devotion to His Creator who he knew orchestrated the ways of His world. He lost a baby at birth, one of his sons raped his daughter, and another son attempted to kill him and oust him from his throne.

Through it all he remained our hero, fought and won many battles on behalf of Israel and had his son Solomon build the Temple of Jerusalem. But the depth and heart of David remains most revealed in his poetry-turned-prayers called Psalms.

In the Psalms, King David moves me because of the intensity of his experience of life, because of his honesty, candidness, rawness and courage to expose his frailties and fears. Because of his humility and yearning to be closer to His maker in the light and in the dark times. He was not embarrassed to be him. He was not shy about his feelings. He exposed himself and then gave it all back to God. Nothing he felt or experienced was wasted. All was used to connect back. All was sanctified through his actions.

I also love that he was a singer. It is written that the highest gate of prophecy is through song, sung with pure intentions.

Each one of us has a unique song that lies deep in our soul. It is the most pure type of music that stems from who we truly are, in all of our splendor and beauty, the one that reveals us completely, imperfections and all.

When we have a difficult challenge in life and experience some suffering, some of us view it as an interruption to life, a blip. But those troubles aren’t distractions – they’re precisely what create us. The pains and the uncomfortable parts of our story help craft our unique personality and character. The moments of distress create the peaks, dips and special viewpoints we have; they create the flats, the sharps and the octaves of our song. Every experience of anguish is a note that we weave together to make a song that no one else can sing. And when we sing that song back to God through prayer, just as King David did, we fulfill the spiritual purpose for the suffering we were given.

This was part of King David’s greatness and the lesson he teaches to every one of us.

Suffering, pain and turmoil are not intermission times in our lives; they create our intricacies, depletions, accents and twists for a reason. When we are honest with our pain and lacks, and allow ourselves to laugh or cry or scream as a vehicle to come closer to our Maker, that’s part of our chorus. That’s part of our song that no one can sing but us. We can transform the darkness into sparks of light. When we turn pain into a vehicle for connection with the Almighty, we invest meaning into the suffering and make it holy. God doesn’t do that; that choice is in our domain.

King David became King David not despite his difficult life, but because of it. Can you imagine if he had a normal, steady and balanced life full of everything he wanted and no struggles? He would not have become King David. We would not have written the psalms to open up the Heavenly gates. He would not have become the spiritual hero that we aspire to be.

The world is our classroom. We face the tests that are given to us, to overcome a weakness and write new stanzas to our life’s song. And we can rely on God for His help and guidance. My kids recently lost their father. At the shiva I continuously heard from friends who lost parents at an early age that a hole remained with them for life. But they also gained a special connection to God that none of their friends seemingly felt. A double dose of God’s help and closeness in place of that parent, just as King David writes in his Psalms.

Would my kids have chosen that combination if asked? I don’t think so. But who chooses anything? When we stop fighting against why we have a certain life circumstance and accept the Divine plan, embracing what we do have and are here to do. That’s when we can finally make use of all the beautiful, awkward-like and seemingly off key notes we possess to compose the special song only our soul can sing.

Easier said than done. Trust me, I know. But time is so precious, and so are you.

(reprinted from www.Aish.com)

B”SD

Shalom friends and extended Western Wall Prayers Family,

It has been over 8 months since Gershon zt”l passed away. From before Pesach until now feels like 5 months in and of itself. Passover is truly the chag of transformation. I feel like our family and especially me personally, have traveled many oceans and lands since then and have arrived on a temporary island called ‘here’. It is quiet. Serene. Uncomplicated. Focused. Different plants grow here and the waters are a strange but pleasant color. We are getting used to the closeness yet alien feeling of being ‘here’.

As I look back I remember some of the things that got me ‘here’. Before this all happened, I had the need to go in search of myself this summer. I realized that I needed to come closer to who I really was. In order to do that I needed to start writing and talking. I had no idea about what; I just realized that my higher purpose was to inspire people. I started a blog, I had plans to start an online radio advice line and I started putting the word out that I was available for speaking engagements. I had no idea what I was going to talk about I just knew that I felt alive when I helped others to reach higher places.

And then ‘IT’ happened. The IT that pummeled my world as I knew it. The IT that couldn’t have thrown me farther off guard.

And I started speaking. I spoke at the shiva for hours and hours on end. There was barely anyone else sitting, so I had the stage ironically. And I kept speaking. I spoke until 3 am the last day of shiva and asked for more time. Then I started writing. The blog was right here in front of me waiting. The stage had been set, the mike already prepped, the audience just waiting for a word.

The bitter irony. I found out what I was going to be speaking about.

Someone special told me that I was Gershon’s midwife to Olam HaBa. I was there for his neshama to be born into the world of souls. Likewise, he too helped me to be born into my new world ahead – whatever that may be.
So far it is a world where I have fallen deeper in love with my kids, where I have expanded far beyond my comfort and imagined-possible zones to take up the emptied space, and where I have learned that the act of giving especially applies to oneself.

With love from Jerusalem,
Batya

Shalom people in my world. I am getting used to my new identity as an almana (widow) which I formerly just identified with a black spider.

But in Jewish tefila (prayer) terms, they say it makes me closer to G-d than Rav Kanievsky. The other day I got a call to daven for someone who was in an accident. I said sure I will get someone to the Kotel quick. They said no, the person wants you to daven for them. ‘Oh yeah’ I thought, ‘I’m the almana‘.

I guess it’s G-d’s funny way of making me think I won the lottery in this crisis.

People generally would like to know how I am, but thankfully don’t want to pry. So, I decided to update you via the blog today.

Basically, I am on fast-forward. Fast-forward challenges, fast-forward efforts, fast-forward emotions. Fast-forward period.

The amount of changes I have made internally in the last two months are definitely equal to the last few years. Feels like a chiropractor visiting my psyche and making adjustments.

A few weeks ago a friend who knew I was going through after-shock crisis called up and asked me how I am. I said, “Well it depends. If you are asking me how are things in my life, then terrible. Absolutely terrible. But, if you are asking me how I am handling them. Great!”

Of course we know that the only thing we own here is who we are and what we do. So the great is what’s forever, and the terrible just passes along with everything else…

A friend asked me what it looks like to pass a test from Above. My answer is that she accept it and use it to grow. A basis tenet of that acceptance is to know it comes from a loving and good G-d who created perfection in the world. That the suffering is part of the perfection in the world. Of course this is a process. But at least acceptance, trust and the use of it to grow – a plus from the master of the Universe. Spiritual and physical worlds repaired as a result! Look at that – we can all do it with whatever is on our plate. We really can. Or we can die trying…

I had heard through all of shiva that we say ‘Hamakom’ (the Place) when comforting a mourner because it refers to G-d. That only G-d can truly comfort. That we work and work and work and then finally G-d grants the nechama (comfort). The other day I felt a small aspect of this. I was reading the highly recommended book on suffering “Longing for the Dawn”, and I read the famous quote about when Rebbe Akiva was being tortured to death. Voices cried out “is this the reward for Torah?”. The response from G-d was “Quiet, or I will turn the world back to water”. This always bothered me. Doesn’t it sound like a macho way of saying, “this is my world and I will do what I want”? How is that supposed to make us feel better?

I finally got clarity that soothed a bitterness in my soul. What G-d was saying is that after the flood of Noah, He brought a rainbow and made a promise that He will never destroy/flood the world again – even if the world deserved it. So in our days, when the world has gone so astray that it really does deserve, or does need to be flooded at times according to the divine formula, G-d has to “find” a way in which He can keep His promise and not destroy the world. One way to do this is to take tzaddikim (righteous people) so that the rest of us can remain. Isn’t it unbelievably apropos that Gershon zt”l was taken through water on his 40th birthday and also on the parsha (Torah portion of the week) of the flood itself that lasted for 40 days. Isn’t it such an incredible way to show us what he was? How can one complain when he was used to save a multitude? When one has clarity that they or a loved one are a korbon for Hashem on behalf of Am Yisroel, the intentions can change to noble and pure ones.

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On a lighter note, I received an email from a family member today letting me know that she went to see her dental hygienist the other day. This lovely Latino lady read the Aish article about Gershon zt”l and was so inspired that she decided to offer free dental work for the poor, free meals for homeless people and other. I was moved beyond words.

What can you do?

With love from Jerusalem,
Batya

The week before my husband was niftar, we celebrated Succos in grand style – hashgahically invited much of our Israeli family that we hadn’t seen for years, and old friends who we have never had over.

Before we built the Succah though, our kids voiced their complaints about our boring and colorless Succah. Every year we covered the walls with off-white sheets, put up real pictures of Gedolim, and had a plain looking Succah with all of our furniture, just like our home.

I brought up their concerns with their Aba. “Colorful lights, Aba.” “The children requesteth colorful lights this year in accordance with their neighbors’ rituals”.

Gershon zt”l was very makpid on the halacha that a Succah needs to be like the inside of our house and since we didn’t decorate the inside of our house with colorful lights, so too we shouldn’t decorate the Succah with colorful lights.

“The kids are upset. Isn’t part of the mitzva that they should enjoy the Succah too?” I argued.

Aba decided to be silent, as I obviously was not hearing him…

I started to interview other neighbors, and especially the daughter of a big Rabbi in the Old City who I respected very much. She said that her father made sure that the Succah looked like his home but did give each kid a very little corner to hang their drawings. “Aha!” I thought. In my home, we have a kids’ section, so too our Succah will have a kids’ section. I was sure I had found the secret to pleasing my kids and honoring my husband by adhering to the halacha. My legal background had not been for nothing!

We spent many fine hours shopping with my kids in Geula for all of their kids’ corner trinkets. Somehow, in my haste and excitement, I had purchased many hanging vines, grapes, and various pomegranates and other fruits. I hung them proudly all around the side and top of the Succah, and arranged a cute corner for the kids along with the finer wall sheets and dishes that my late husband preferred so as to make the Succah very home-like. I was very proud of my ingenuitive thinking.

My husband walked in and was very impressed. But then he looked at all the hanging vines curiously and said..
‘hmm… does this look like a home? Do we have these hanging vines at home?” And I realized that in my hashkafic victories I had somehow forgotten to consider the validity of these vines in the context of our home theme – they just looked so appealing. Now what? I really liked them and I was already done. But what about our Succah being like our home?

Then someone walked in and said “Wow, it looks like Gan Eden in here”. “Aha!” I said. I got it. This is our home in Gan Eden. I called Gershon zt”l into the Succah and said “Gershon, this Succah is modeled after our home in Gan Eden.”

So there we had it. We spent Succos in our Gan Eden home-themed Succah.

Just over a week later, Gershon zt”l went to rest in his eternal Gan Eden Succah.
I hope it is much nicer 🙂

Gershon zt'l teaching someone how to shake a lulav

Gershon zt’l teaching someone how to shake a lulav