Tuesday 15 Kislev

I was once teaching a group of little children from not-yet religious backgrounds about how much Hashem loves us and is the dearest friend you could possibly have (Yedid Nefesh). Tzachi, a sweet Israeli boy with big brown eyes was absorbing every word I said. As we were leaving the classroom Tzachi walked out with his arm outstretched to the side. I called him over and asked, “Tzachi what happened to your arm?” He answered “I am walking with my friend.” Playing along with him I asked, “What’s your friend's name?” With a big smile Tzachi responded, “Hashem.”