It seems that before Hashem made any move to bring me to Himself, He first wanted me to know what true love felt like, so that, when He truly showed up, I would recognize true love, and therefore, recognize Him.

The dark cloud of destruction was back again. And in the confines of my apartment, I blamed god, whoever god was. I needed to vent to someone. So I strolled down to the beach town bar. I knew the bartender would listen. It was there, in my weakness moment that a pastor of one of the non-denominational churches showed up and sat next to me. Some have told me, that “see in your weakest hour J-man showed up!” But standing where I am today, this "showing up" was truly the wo

My faith was sealed when talking with an old Jewish grandmother one evening. She asked me why I was in Israel. After telling her I was here to learn and have questions answered about my faith, she asked me to describe my faith. At that point, I knew my theology was so mixed up with lies and truth, but the Jewish grandmother wanted to hear me out anyway. After describing to her everything I believed, the only thing she could say was, “my dear, I think you are Jewish!”

I would rather live by Love than to ensure my death with hate. So, in Love, I proudly stand as a Jewish woman, open my mouth with Hashem's wisdom, and write. Love me or hate me, my reply is the same, “Yay though they slay me, yet will I praise You Hashem!” And I will write.