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The Vanishing: Chapter Seventeen:
Hope and Healing
Something had shifted in me, and that was a good thing. I was starting to feel Hope again, things were hard steal, but despite everything that happened I had my home, my family and most importantly my faith YHWH.
I still couldn’t walk, and Rachel was still missing, but I was gaining strength. I was finding the courage I needed, and I was learning to listen to YHWH. I was reminded again and again G-d was good. My little niece Ruth reminded me of that when she and Esther would come to visit. I was reminded that every time I saw the numbers on Bobe’s arms, and knew that many with those same tattoos did not survive. The world had hate, but it had love to. I saw it in the kindness of strangers, the way they visited others.
G-d had opened my eyes and spoken hope into my heart. He had reminded me of what I had, not only what I had lost. Compared to some YHWH had smiled down on me, but it’s hard to see that when you are drowning in grief, and in anger, and that’s what I had been doing.
Fear, anger and hate could all destroy your life Bobe had taught me that, she was still teaching me that. What I had home through was hard, what Bobe had been through was unfathomable. A man had so much hate he had destroyed to destroy anyone who was different, not only Jews, but the Armani, those with physical or…
