It's Friday in Israel....

It is Friday in my country. Just in the last day or two, four times...or is it five...the early warning alert has been sounded sending millions of people in my area alone into stress. Around one million went into bomb shelters and waited just a few minutes ago.

It feels like the booms are getting louder, closer. We're so tired. Tired of the night, the expectation, the worry. We clean our homes by day and plan for the coming holiday next week, while having no clue what will happen in the next 5 minutes.

All we know is Shabbat is coming. Shabbat HaGadol - the Great Sabbath that comes before one of the most important moments in our lives...the moment we were freed from Egypt.

Thousands of years ago and thousands of years from now, and every year in between, we do the same thing...

Does this year feel different? Perhaps it feels exactly the same. We are waiting for redemption...the final redemption. We have come as close as we can, Hashem. We have done all we can. Our sons and daughters give their all; our grandchildren rush to safety.

I have one in danger each time a missile aims in the center of the country. Another that was called on moments after the attack against Iran was launched. Another put on notice. It's a different kind of war...one fought over our heads not quite as much but still too much, over our heads.

Living where I live, I can go outside and see the terrifying view of a rocket flying towards my sister, my niece and nephew, my son. And yet, we wait. Not for the Iranians, not for the Americans. We wait for the promise of a better world, a safer world. How more can we pray? 

What more can we do to show you we are ready? We are more than 7 million Jews. Now is the time. With each missile, I watch and wait. Now is the time to remove what man has put on Your Temple Mount. We await the Third Temple.

Please, Hashem, bring the eternal Shabbat. We are ready.