Yielding to the Divine
May 2024 The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that only 1 or 2 a.m. can bring. I had asked God for guidance, feeling a deep yearning for clarity in my life. The streets were usually empty at this hour, but something compelled me to drive—an unseen force guiding my hands on the wheel, my heart seeking reassurance. As I turned down familiar roads, I noticed something unusual. Walking up and down the sidewalks were groups of Jewish people, their presence vibrant and unwavering. It wasn’t a holiday I recognized, and I had never seen such activity at this hour. The sight struck me deeply. The soft glow of streetlights reflected off their dark coats and wide-brimmed hats, their quiet conversations blending with the stillness of the night. It was surreal—like witnessing a scene orchestrated just for me. The beauty of it all was undeniable. At the exact moment I had asked God for answers, I was shown this vivid, almost sacred scene. I couldn’t help but feel this was more than coincidence...