We are on an RV trip, so many weird, funny, not-so-funny, and beautiful events have happened. Yet, I can’t write.  Every time I put pen to paper, oh wait, that’s old school.  Every time I put my finger on the keyboard, I am overwhelmed with the sadness and horrific scenes from Israel, and I stop. My thoughts are with Israel. I stand with Israel.

Standing IN Israel

How can I retell a funny anecdote while bombs and terrorists are killing our brothers and sisters? I stand with Israel.

Flying to Israel

If you have read my blog, you already know about my fear of flying. Yet, in 2008, I boarded a plane with 60 women from New York and flew to the Holy Land. (Yes, even in 2008 I wore a mask, thrombosis socks, and consumed a lot of medication to get on the flight, but I did it!)

Slept my way to Israel

The first thing we did was plant a tree. Planting a tree is a symbol of hope, love, and life that will last generations. So, somewhere in Yisrael is my contribution. I stand with Israel.

Planting a tree 🌳
Praying at the Western Wall – Look to see the paper prayers that people leave

Going to Israel, visiting the sacred Western Wall, and placing a paper prayer within the crevices of the structure. Dancing with young students to celebrate Shabbat. Climbing Masada with friends. Floating in the Dead Sea.  Learning about our heritage.  I stand with Israel.

I Stand with Israel

I usually write about Hope, but I am not hopeful. I pray for peace. I pray for all the fallen civilians and soldiers. I pray for the families. I pray for Israel  because I stand with Israel.

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