“No Alerts in the Past Day” - Hallelujah!
The USA and Britain attacked 13 targets of Houthi in Yemen last night. Our borders were quiet. Are these two related? I don't know, but it was good to have a sleep that was interrupted only by the rain storm.
I have not learned yet how to add a YouTube reel to the blog, nor how to translate one to English. However, if you can catch our IDF spokesman in the evenings on Channel 14 and can translate it, it is a good listen. Last night, he explained the issues and the actions in South Lebanon and of the Hezbollah. The man calms the nation down each evening – explains and deals with immediate concerns like a pro.
At home, I'm recovering from some winter infection in my nose and throat, and doing puzzles. Willie received a word in prayer today,Nathan told the king, "Whatever is on your heart, go and do it. God is with you." (2 Samuel 7:3). Good word! It gives one the freedom of choice.
While at the puzzle board, I think and pray and talk to myself. Do you ever do that? It's a great way to find solutions to some inner questions.
During the Corona, some feelings and behaviours surfaced that I did not know how to interpret. They appeared again from the October 7th terror attack. Childhood memories of trauma surfaced and with them questions.
I was born 2 years before the State of Israel. My parents were actively engaged in the underground; Israel was occupied by the British mandate. I recalled some soldiers coming to the house and pointing bonnets into my crib; of shouting and fighting between them and my father; of being held by my mother while the family ran down the 78 stairs to the safe room. Nothing that I did not know about, only this time it came in full colours and added stress.
I think that my nation went through hell for thousands of years. The Holocaust, up till now, was the pinnacle of this suffering. But to be slaughtered, and raped, and abducted, and killed in your own home, on your own land, and to have the majority of world opinion against you, and take you to international court for protecting yourself, must be topping the Holocaust.
Whether it is or not, the debate does not help with the trauma. Past memories from wars and from generations past accounts are surfacing and most of us here are walking in some kind of inner shaking. We try hard to stay hopeful and optimistic. The young army 18-40 years of age who are mostly reservists, is determined to win, to protect, to survive, and to bring the hostages home. The entire nation is behind them. But the trauma is running loose around in people overreacting, in behaviour explosions and also, in kindness beyond compare.
I don't have proper words in any language to explain. All I do know is that at times I don't feel safe, at times I want to hide in my warm bed, at times I try to stuff the feeling by eating sweets and junk food, and at times I just sit quietly doing a puzzle and talk to myself, and the rest of the time, I pray. I think most of the population is very much the same. We all pray for the abducted to be returned home and pray that most will be still alive.
We all agree that we have to fight back, we are not victims, we are a nation loved by God.
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