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Rachel Leah Fry |
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![]() I yearn to learn—to be Jewish not in name only, but as one who respects and fully embraces my religion and heritage with love and gratitude.
Going on without the day-to-day ties to someone you love is a necessary part of letting go of the deep, searing grief and turning back to your own life
I am learning that G‑d has the power to save each of us; He literally saved my life.
My new name held a softness to it, yet lent strength to my effort to heal and begin to live life again as a whole, and wholly new, person.
I had always felt like a fraud in a church, quite torn, but didn’t know how to begin to live life as a Jew. So I slogged along, well into middle age, not knowing where to begin.
My journey to find my Jewish reality is fairly recent and in the beginning was quite tentative. When I began to seek out places to go to services, I had no idea how healing that would be.
I stumbled a lot just looking for a place to be part of any group that would give me a jumping-off point.
In the light of that small shining candle, I saw his smile, which came easily, and often, and lit up the lives of those around him.
The intimacy and grace of this shared Shabbat—my very first true celebration of Shabbat—cannot be adequately expressed. My husband and I were welcomed into this observant household with no preconceived expectations. We were simply welcomed.
Sometimes, when we are abused by life and the world, we fail to turn to the One who is always ready to be our comfort and protection, our sunlit island when everything looks bleak.
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