For over three months Israel has been fighting for its very survival against Hamas, such a cruel terrorist army/people that makes the Nazis look almost kind.
We haven't heard any sirens. In Shiloh, we don't have to run into shelters; actually we don't have any. Newer homes were build with shelters, and some people who enlarged their older homes now have shelters, too. But in my neighborhood, there are few; certainly none that we can reach within a minute or so.
I stick to my routine of taking a nice morning walk, weather permitting, of course.
4 comments:
Appreciate your blog; Like you in Shilo, Betel also has had no sirens. We don't feel the war here but worry about family about friends' soldiers. We say Tehillim everyday which soldiers say really helps..Thankful for our seniors club with so many varied activities...which "keeps us sane"!
Thanks for commenting. Praying for true peace.
Today is an extremely difficult day for us all losing so many dear IDF men. I have sirens here in Netivot, but no mamad; I would break a leg attempting to reach the bomb shelter on the ground floor of my ancient building. I consider the Baba Sali's shrine my Mamad. (It can be seen from my kitchen window, B'H.) I pray each morning for at least 50 soldiers: husbands; sons; daughters; grandchildren of friends plus my family members fighting in this war. And I absolutely hate when they announce the names of those who have fallen defending our beloved Israel. *Sigh*
Netivotgirl, hugs, may Gd give strength and wisdom to our government leaders.
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