Baby Kfir, Please Don't Come Home Today...

There is today in Israel, a huge elephant in every room, in every conversation, in every heart. We can't see past him, we can't breathe. He is standing on our lungs, on our hearts. And still we manage to fear, to cry without stop.

We cannot think. We are angry when others say the words we do not want to hear. Have some decency. The end of the story is not yours to tell, but ours to pray for.

Baby Kfir, I have been praying for you for 16 months. For you, for Ariel, for your mother, Shiri and for your father. Your Abba is home. He's waiting for you and you can save his heart from breaking. It's time for you to come home too.

We failed you - no, I'm not going to get political and I'm not dealing with the people who can't resist an opportunity to blame everyone but themselves (OMG, your comments will be deleted).

We, Am Yisrael, failed you. Every single one of us failed you, except our soldiers. They tried, they fought, they searched. You need to remember that and love them. But the rest of us, we failed you.

You belonged safe at home, safe in your crib. You should have grown up in the light and brightness of our beautiful homeland.

We failed because...OMG, there are so many reasons why but don't you see, none of them matter now. All that matters is that you come home. But sweetheart, I don't want you to come home tomorrow. Please, please don't come home tomorrow.

Next week, let them find you miraculously alive. Blabber away in Arabic, we can fix that. We can fix almost anything, but you need to not come home tomorrow. For 16 months, I've been whispering to you - come home, baby. We love you, come home.

But the elephant is stealing all our air and if you don't come home tomorrow, he'll have proved Hamas is, yet again, the liars we know them to be. The elephant will go away and then you can come back. Bring Ariel and Ima and we'll fix everything else.

I've always loved elephants but today, I hate him. I need him to go away so you can come home. Because...because if you don't, we'll never even come close to healing. So come, beautiful baby...just not tomorrow.

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