Leah Immeinu

I’ve always had a soft spot for Leah, our matriarch.  But today I feel like I could be Leah. I want to cry and cry until my eyes give out too. With the war in Israel I feel like my struggles are stupid. 


But  I’m so, so tired.  I’m hurt. 

Physically, I’m not doing well. 

Mentally I’m not  feeling great either. 

I know I should draw strength from Leah. Maybe tomorrow I will.


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