YES!! David, the guy that I vaguely remember being married to, is finally home! I am so relieved! But, honestly, I'm not sure why. Now I just have more work again. I have to cook more, I have more laundry, I have to pick up more, I have to bring him food to his office when he works late, you know what? Maybe he should go on another trip. On second thought, he does take the kids off my hands for an hour or so a day. And that's worth all of the extra work, in my mind.
So of course, he came home with two suitcases bursting with stuff. The kids and I were crowding around him, cackling at him to show us what we got, and pushing in front of each other to get the best spot. He was getting so annoyed because we were basically standing on top of him. I got some awesome new workout clothes and a hot pink pair of Nike's. BTW, you want to know something so funny? In Israel, they don't call it Nike like we Americans do. They call it Nike like Mike. They don't pronounce the "e." Isn't that so strange? Nike like Mike. Maybe that should be the slogan for Israel. I'm seeing the whole commercial in my head right now.
It's a pencil drawing of two stick figures, Nike and Mike. And then the narrator says in Israeli English: "Nike meet Mike. Nike like Mike. Nike and Mike friends. Nike kill Mike when he find out Mike pick Trump." The really funny part is that many Israelis don't use past or future tense when they speak English. Everything is spoken in the present tense. So you never really can be sure what they're saying. God I love Israeli English. It's so terribly entertaining.
So it's Thursday night at 10:15, and the house is a disaster. Disaster house. For those of you that don't know Hebrew, disaster in Hebrew is deesasterrr. Clothes are everywhere. Tags and plastic wrap are falling out of the tag and plastic wrap garbage bag. The laundry is a massive blob on the floor by the back door. My kitchen looks like it's suffering from neglect. You would think that I didn't do a thing all day. Oy, the joys of womanhood.
I was walking around in circles, trying to figure out where to start to deal with the disaster house, and of course, I started complaining. "Just look at this mess!" I muttered. Okay, so I didn't actually mutter. Hubby overheard me and replied, "You just got so many new clothes and you're complaining?"
"Go to sleep," I told him. But he has a point. Writing that just made me feel so icky. Anyhow, here's a metaphysical law that even my Saba Al (a.k.a., Albert Einstein) didn't know: blessings and challenges usually go hand in hand. They don't have to happen directly at the same time, but they usually happen pretty close to one another.
Challenges help us earn the blessings that Hashem wants to give us. If we're aware of this, we can thank Hashem for the challenge and the blessing. And if we're able to thank Him genuinely for the challenge, we may find that the challenge didn't just help us earn the present blessing; it becomes a vessel for future blessings as well!
So thank Hashem for every challenge (and blessing, obviously,) and God willing you'll create a snowball effect of blessing after blessing!
Wishing you a wonderful Shabbat!