In my head it went like this, Infiltration? Are you ready? If so, let’s go, starting with…holy cr@p!! There are soldiers are on my block…lots of soldiers…
Remember the game Concentration?
Are you ready?
Starting with…names of… and then there was coordinated clapping and snapping. I tend to make light of awkward or sad situations because it’s a nervous habit, coping mechanism, Sorrrry!
So, Friday was a day of hustle and bustle in our home…because my elderly in-laws were staying over we decided to host the Sabbath services in our home to facilitate an easier time for my father in law, as walking has become increasingly difficult.
Cleaning and cooking, washing the floor, setting the chairs and lights and A/C so that all would be comfortable. I lit the candles on time and then the prayer service started and somewhere in between, the phone rang. This is highly unusual since everyone knows we are Sabbath observers and the phone almost NEVER rings during this 24 hour period. No message… so we continued on. Until a friend went outside to get her baby’s stroller and she returned saying there were tons of soldiers outside.
Over the last 2 weeks my personal alert radar has been on since the war had escalated and local rioting started but for some reason – coping mechanism I guess, kicked in, and I asked my older daughters to invite them in, perhaps they needed to pray…not for once thinking – there was a problem. Then (like an idiot – or just totally not thinking smartly) I – we went outside and wished them a good Sabbath and asked what was going on. When they said not to worry, but go back inside, it will be safer, my inner alert system kicked into high gear. Then the phone rang a second time.
It was a call from our emergency team leader saying we must stay inside our homes, check our WhatsApp messages for any other security messages.
Panic. I made an announcement as the prayer service had just ended to all the men that kindly helped us out. One guy was like, ‘I’m outta’ here, I’m gonna’ be with my family” – others were a bit more hesitant…I mean what was out there? Everyone decided to take their chances and head home, even though I offered them to stay for dinner.
Being observant of the Sabbath – it was strange to turn on my phone and check for messages and to see my husband grab his gun. We locked the doors and windows and tried to remain as normal as possible. The soldiers were headed up the block, where the speaker of the Knesset lives. At least I am comforted by knowing there is always extra security close by. (“The Knesset is the unicameral national legislature of Israel. As the legislative branch of the Israeli government, the Knesset passes all laws, elects the President and Prime Minister, approves the cabinet, and supervises the work of the government”)
We began our meal, but my mind was elsewhere, thinking of all the crazy possibilities. Every set of headlights up the block had my eyes turning to the window. Every bleep from my phone had me quickly checking to see any updates. My daughter saw a soldier in our garden checking the perimeters to check for anything suspicious.
I was distracted the majority of the meal and we finally got a message that all was okay and that there was nothing to worry about.
The next day I was told that there was a hole found in one of the gates and naturally that created a domino of events in our neck of the woods or hilltop to be more accurate.
I’ve been asked repeatedly would I move my family out of Israel to feel safer. Based on the news today, uh that’s a negative definite heck no! There is a crazy fever running rampant in all parts of the world from Miami to Chicago, from Lebanon to Iraq. From France to Nigeria. I’ll take my chances in good old Israel, the safest most secure and holiest places of all, believing in G-d and the IDF to protect me. I’m not a religious zealot and know that bad things happen to good people all the time, I will most certainly be staying put with extra precautions living in a gated community where we celebrate life and mourn death.
Saturday, I was invited to a celebratory dessert gathering for boys of friends that made it back from Gaza alive. There were light refreshments, baked goods and fruit that many neighbors contributed so that right after the morning service there was a pleasant crowd and a real sense of the word community was felt.
However today is a new day, and I as I sit here typing these words my Red Alert App is dinging. 14:04 “Rockets Attack : Sderot” The war is not over, and our enemies still attack us. My hope for today us that our soldier boys, and men will not be injured, and that there will be no more Jewish blood spilled.
Our Land. Our Right.
If there is a message for today it would be this: Our enemies are close, whether you live in Florida, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Seattle, and Boston just in the US alone. Moving onto Europe, if you live in Paris, London, Brussels, Casablanca, or Frankfurt, you’ve seen it yourselves. Jews are the most targeted faith – that’s a fact. If there was one place I’d want to feel most protected? It’s the state of Israel. OUR state. Our land. Our right. The sooner you join us, the better we’ll all be.