Sorry I've had no time to blog all week.
But I have a good excuse!
My daughter, her husband, and their three young kids are back home in Israel for a few weeks, taking a break from Australia winter.
Dean, my oldest grandchild, got to have a sleepover at my little house for two nights.
We had fun doing things in Jerusalem, just the two of us.
But the most moving thing was standing at the Western Wall with Dean.
After he wrote a kvittel, a little note to God, he stuck it in the wall.
With my one hand touching the stones of the Kotel, I put my other arm around the boy's shoulders in a big hug and a wave of emotion swept over me.
Dean also helped me find a place for my note in the already-stuffed crevices.
I wonder how different--or how alike-- our petitions were. . . .
Another post about the kvittel is here.
And look here to see how you can e-mail your own prayer to the Western Wall.