Growing up, I was never really heavily religious. Sure, we did the important holidays (Passover, Hannukah, sometimes Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur). However, I always felt a strong connection to my Jewish culture. I guess you could say that I’m “culturally” Jewish. I married someone who wasn’t Jewish, but he embraced the Jewish religion, learned all he could (which was more than I knew), and agreed that we would raise our children Jewish. We joined a temple shortly after getting married, but that lasted only briefly.
Now that I am facing this possible life-threatening situation with Hannah, I find myself becoming more attached to my religion. I have probably talked and prayed to God to keep Hannah (and my other kids) safe more times in the past few months than I had over the past 10 years. I must have said “please” a million times at least for so many different things these past few months.
So now, I’m finding myself being drawn back to getting more involved in my religion. My husband even is feeling the same way. Why is it we only reach out when we really need something “bigger than us” to believe in? Thank goodness religion is something that will always welcome us with open arms. My husband even wants to have the kids try out religious school this Sunday. Big Boy E is VERY excited about this idea, as he is fascinated with God, religion, and understanding what we can’t see. Little Girl A will just have playtime.
Regardless of what happens with Hannah, I know that we will need this kind of support in the future.


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