Palm of Hand
It’s a funny thing about Israel. To an outsider, watching the news, it seems to be dangerous, war zone. Unsafe! But when you go there, it is like you are being cradled in Gd’s hand. You realize you feel more comfortable there than you ever did in suburbia. You walk around the Western Wall at midnight. Trust is in the air, people reach out, laugh from deep within them. A think sense of calm and comfort pads the air and your feet as you walk around and breathe in the Holy Land. Only those who have been there know this. And no one else would believe it. Hashem leans over and whispers “It can be our secret….” with a grin. You’re in the palm of His hand.