Thursday, October 23, 2014
The other night I was walking down a busy street and found a necklace, a hamsa, which is my favorite symbol. I picked it up, and ran after several young high school girls who had just passed me by, knowing for sure it was their necklace. It wasn't.
I went into the kosher market on the corner figuring someone had dropped it on the way in, but no. I walked out of the store really frustrated (and tired), and expressed my frustration out loud to G-d. "Here I am trying to do a mitzvah (HaShodus Avedah - returning lost objects) and it's not happening."
I continued walking down the street and guess what? I found a wallet. Complete with ID and a swiping keychain for the local yoga studio. Is the Creator of the World listening or what!? I ended walking further than expected (there are two yoga studios on this street and it wasn't the closest one), but I fulfilled the mitzvah.
Okay, not trying to say I have a direct link to the Holy One, but it sure felt like it. Still waiting for Moshiach thought, and I've been asking for that for a long time.