Northern Arrows, Lebanon Front is still in a cease-fire agreement. But the death toll is still rising.
Why
did I not write for so long?
A few of you wrote to ask what happened to me.
Nothing.
I still pray.
I still mourn over the young men who went through horrors in Gaza, Lebanon, Judea and Samaria, who survived it all, then died by friendly fires.
I still mourn over the families that were abducted and held in horrifying tunnels without food or air and some came home to start the long hall of recovery, knowing that the trauma will take years if ever to leave them.
I still tear over the little ones that no one knows for sure if they are alive or dead and over the ones who were murdered.
I am still in quiet shock that the citizens who are not directly involved suffer with the families who are and the rest of our nation.
The trauma and the shock are not over, they only escalate to different heights and in different directions. Hope continues but no one believes it will be the end of the killing or the end of the war no matter how many cease-fires are signed or how many people are moved around or returned to their homes, in the Galil, in the Negev or in Gaza.
The devastation is not only in the abandoned homes and farms, the rats and wild animals that moved into the empty spaces, but also in the hearts and minds of the population that still hopes beyond hope for an end to the fight.
We will never return to October 6, 2023.
Some left, unable to live in Israel any longer from the trauma they experienced. A few were traumatized to the point of suicide. Some are trying to cope with the reality. But most just want to be at peace. To go on. To stop this horrible comparison to the Holocaust.
The Red Cross lost all of its glory, along with the UN honours and what it used to stand for. The pain is so deep, and the abandonment feels so cutting, that I doubt another generation will be able to trust again.
Israel is a survivor. It has survived as a people for over 4,000 years and will survive this time as well. Only it is hard to walk this road with my nation.
Why did I not write for so long?
Because I had nothing to say. My tear ducts are dry, and it seems so is my pen.
(Psalm 46)
Let be, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.'
The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our high tower. Sela
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