My dream this morning was a clear reflection of what we are living as a Jewish nation.
In my dream, I heard the sound of wheels braking against the asphalt while I saw a car suddenly stopping right in front of me—just before hitting me—as if I were standing in the middle of the street.
My heart remained calm, and my lips immediately said out loud, “Thank You, Hashem, for saving us.”
I realized that my mind had offered the perfect image to describe my last days experiences: it feels as if I am being saved from a car accident multiple times a day. We are being saved from being crashed into, over and over, for seven days.
All I can say is thank You!
It is the same prayer I say when my app phone makes a strident sound, telling me in real time that the alarms are sounding in Israel, and my loved ones are running to the bomb shelters:
“Thank You, Hashem, for saving us.”
I promised my kids I would stay calm—and I am. But I didn’t agree to remove the app with the sounding alarms.
It’s not true that I cannot do anything from here.
At the very least, I can say:
“Thank You, Hashem, for saving us.”
