RENAISSANCE WEDDING RINGS – I am 38 years old and we learn to pray.I grew up in very few Jewish towns in Long Island and regular prayer was not part of my daily life. I’m trying to integrate it into life. My family joined the synagogue last year and I am proud that I have chosen to Jewish life.
This is one of the reasons why I wanted to travel to Israel with a “Jewish woman” project. I met JInspire Queens beautiful women and I could not wait to spend more time with them and learn from them.
RENAISSANCE WEDDING RINGS
As we got closer to our departure date, I was nervous. I did not know anyone during the trip. He knew he was growing in a house that was less careful than most other women he knew. Do you give me a lesson or judge me? Suddenly, there was some uncertainty.
But I do not let these fears destroy a unique opportunity to go to Israel and connect with other Jewish women. Women in the group were good, so I took a deep breath and asked questions. I was looking for help when I needed it. He always smiled when he got the answers.
We had to go to the west wall on Thursday night. Before we left, we attended the conference and got support from my group. Our names are golden. I follow the letters with my finger. Key to the smooth side of the lid and the contact. I could not believe this beautiful prayer book came to me.
When we left, my thoughts would shake. I just wanted to pray a sacred place in the Jewish world and stay close to the rocks that existed for 2000 years. Jewish generations prayed for the experience I had wondered wisely. I closed my eyes for a moment.
I tried to calm down. And my family, the past and the presence, came to me. He smiled and unauthorizedly gave up their name. My grandfather and grandfather. My grandmother and grandmother My mother and my dad No one has ever been in Israel but I was in Kotel. I’m here, I said. I am a Jew, I have not sinned chain.
I told Shehechiyan. I pressed the wall with both hands and I assured that rings, the ring on the left, the daughter’s daughters daughter-decorated mother’s ring was in contact with the stones. I took a step back and opened the beautiful Siddur.
She is surrounded by hundreds of JWRP members, traveling groups around the world, Israeli students and women. Half a dozen tongues floated in the air. Sometimes someone cried. The tears blur my vision, but I cancel them. I wanted to see everything, to know everything, to embrace everything.
My first prayer on the wall was not perfect, but every time I met, I remember what the leader said. He told us that we could read Siddur or say something completely different. He told us, “Prayer is the source of heart”.
That sentence was left to me. When I was in Kotel’s crowd, I realized that I apologize this way. Then I learned questions. So I’m worried about my mistakes. I express my gratitude. So I say my deepest wishes to my family and I and send them to God. In Israel, I realized that there are different ways to deal with God. If I had a heart pencil, I always had these words in me.