When I hear these words spoken by the lovable zaidy, I think of the trips Hashem sent me on. Not just trips where I physically went from one location to another, but surprise situations I have found myself in – situations I would never have chosen for myself in a million years, situations I never would have dreamed of and places I never heard of.
Like the voice of Hashem telling us. Like the voice of Hashem telling me.
Words spoken to children. Words spoken to me.
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