Friday, December 7, 2007
When I was a teen I traveled to Israel for the first time and like most people, on my stop at the Western Wall, I wrote a prayer and stuffed it in the a crack in the wall. Unfortunately either the prayer was lost or G-d just had other plans. My parents ended up divorcing anyway.
Still, I'm always reminded of that Garth Brooks song when I start to think about how disappointed I was... "Sometimes I thank G-d for unanswered prayers. Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs. That just because he may not answer doesn't mean he don't care. Some of G-d's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers."
Inspired by Jen's blog, I sought out my own religious solution for my IF problem yesterday. Even though I lived in Israel for many years later in my life, I never attempted to put another prayer in that wall. By the way, I used to eat my lunch there regularly when I worked nearby, so I certainly had ample opportunity to communicate with G-d. Well, yesterday I decided I'll try again.
Turns out you can fax or email your prayers to a group in Jerusalem who will ensure your prayer is inserted in the Kotel. I gave it a shot, and a little donation too (one is encouraged to give charity when asking for something). And now I just hope this prayer doesn't get lost.