I cannot explain it.
It is a feeling that goes back a thousand years
The longing. The feeling of homesickness.
The longing for Israel is one that,at times, overwhelms me. I do not know if others have that feeling, but I do. This little strip of land captured my heart a long time ago and will not let go. This tiny nation has represented all the hopes I have in life. Survival, Thriving, I could go on and on.
I have yet to step foot in Israel, but I know it is home. This feeling is not unique. Thousands have the same feeling. I know I am not alone.
Watching videos of Jerusalem Day made me weep. Sometimes that longing overwhelms me. Physically,I am unable to travel. It breaks my heart that I cannot be the one place I so want to be. I cannot pray at th Kotel. I cannot walk the streets of Tel Aviv. I cannot put my feet into the Dead Sea.
But, I know that the day I can do all of that: Israel will still be there. She will be waiting. And what a glorious day that will be.