OK God, I get it. I get that you’re in charge. You’re just in charge of it all, aren’t you? In charge, all-knowing, always there.
You were there when Mike and I announced our separation right here on Kveller. You were there when my get was signed and Mike handed it to me in my open hands. You were there when my car accident happened and when my hand was so hurt, and you watched over me during my surgery in the ER. You were there when I woke up and asked for my children, and you were there when I had surgery again this summer. You were there when my ex brought my kids to see me for the first time after surgery, and you were there with us in shul this Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur: me and my ex and our kids, davening (praying) together. You were there for all of it.
You’re in charge. You give. And apparently you take away, too. But even your taking is giving; this much I have learned to be true in these past two years.
Here’s one I want to give back to You, though: plunging the toilet. Read the rest of this entry →