In Search Of Something
God became Hashem and I learned to include Him in much more of my life. He was there when I stood
under the chuppah on a warm spring night.
Too close to the lake and I ran the risk of sinking into the marshy edge; too far back and I was still in the campsite. I’d walk along until I reached the loneliest spot in the papyrus reeds and then I’d sit down. Lake Naivasha, the only freshwater...
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