When the Answer is Different Than What We Expected
As the plane was about to take off, I sent my husband a quick text. He was on his way to Uman, his yearly visit with Rebbe Nachman for Rosh Hashana. It wasn’t just a casual message; it came from a place deep inside, a place filled with longing and pain that’s been building for years. I didn’t overthink it, didn’t try to mask how I really felt. I simply said what my heart had been repeating over and over