I wanted to share this with you because I am sure many women feel the same after they leave a Lev Eisha Service. I walked into Lev Eisha feeling like this.
It was a rough month. My mom had just fallen and was unable to move around well, so I was trying to spend at least two nights a week at her house. My husband ended up in the emergency room because his blood sugar was too high and he was not adjusting well to his new medication. At work we were fielding calls from clients who were angry and frustrated by their ever-increasing health insurance premiums. Then there were the problems of the world: Ferguson, NYC, Israel and the Palestinians, ISIS, and all thingsover which I have no control but are still concerns. There were little things, too, like my son having a fight with his girlfriend (no matter what age our kids are – he’s 28 – we still don’t want them to be in emotional pain and we are always the “Mama Bear”); like putting on my just washed black pants and finding out while I was in the shower that my little dog, Trixie, decided to take a nap on them and they were covered in dog hair!
I am not complaining. I have many friends who are going through much more than that. As my mom always says: “Everyone has their own little Peckel!”
Leaving the service, this is how I felt.
Every song, every prayer, every note of Ruth’s violin, every tap of Joy’s drum, every word of Sarah’s poem added water to my vase. Every woman, whether I knew them well or just met them for the first time added a blooming flower with their hug, their smile, or a friendly word. Leaving Lev Eisha, my vase was full. I know everyone who attends Lev Eisha feels the same way. We need to be refueled, we need replenishment, just like the flowers.”