This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for the basics: family, a roof over my head, and religious freedom. I bring up the last one because Thanksgiving this year overlaps with Hannukkah, when Jews everywhere celebrate a military victory and the regaining of the right to worship in the Temple. (The miracle of oil story is a myth.)
But before I go any farther--and this may turn out to be a very disorganized post, fair warning--before I go any farther, I want to point out that not everybody is lucky enough to have what I have. I feel as though I stripped my thankfulness down to the basics, and even then, not everybody has them.
Take the children on Reece's Rainbow (you knew it was coming!), for instance. I feel that tonight is my night to get the word out. Across the ocean, in many different countries, lie children with no families to take care of them. They have a roof over their heads, but in some cases even their most basic needs are not provided for.
About religious freedom: I grew up, and continue to live, in a place and time in which Jews are full and equal citizens. The magic and awesomeness of living in such a position was never lost on me, as I know enough of Jewish history to know that this is the exception to the rule. Thank You, God, for my religious freedom, for the privilege of being able to be a Jew and an American, without anybody asking me to choose.
To close, I just want to include pictures of "my" Reece's Rainbow children, "Jacob" and "Tatiana." "Jacob" is my official Prayer Warrior assignment; "Tatiana" is one I took upon myself because I felt something tugging at me and calling me to do so. As I always request during a Reece's Rainbow blurb, please consider getting involved yourself.
(Top: "Tatiana"; Bottom: "Jacob")
"Don't tell God how big your storm is; tell your storm how big your God is."
I believe in God.
I believe in God.
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- I am a bipolar, Jewish young adult (had my Hebrew birthday, the one I count, and turned 23 this past January) who also suffers from Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. I love life and I live for my best friends: they are my purpose and my reason for trying so hard. I remain passionately devoted to those I love; I will not let my disorders make me totally self-centered. I like to read, write, and sew. My Rabbinical school plans did not work out, and I am now hoping to go into the field of Early Childhood Education. Please note: I am currently maintaining only Carried in His Hands. Enjoy!