My Miracle-Free Week

My Miracle-Free Week

I have a hashgacha pratit journal, and every day for the last 6 months or so I’ve written some crazy Divine Providence that happened to me recently.

I sometimes have to think a bit, 30 seconds max, but I always think of something. Sometimes I think of something small (I was thinking of someone I hadn’t seen in a long time and that day, out of the blue, I ran into them). Or something big (I’d reached a dead-end regarding a pressing personal issue, and out of the blue I received an Email providing the way out).
But for the last few days– nothing.
Every day I’ve opened my journal and can’t think of a single thing to write. This dry spell is absolutely unprecedented for me.
So I got all frum about it and decided I would write a post about how this is the 3 Weeks of mourning the Temple as well as a host of other tragedies that have filled Jewish history, so my dearth of Hashgacha Pratit must mean that Hashem hides His face from us at this sad time of year.
And then this morning, I had a racquetball court of surreal coincidences, one after the other, boom whack boom. Five in a row so I was able to go back and fill in the 5 days I’d stared blankly at my journal.
And I felt like Hashem was telling me: when life is hard, dark, hopeless and it seems like I’m not there, don’t lose hope, because it’s exactly at those times when you think I’ve forgotten about you that I’m right there, holding your hand the tightest.


  1. Beautiful Chana Jenny.
    Thank you for sharing.
    Would you mind sharing a bit more about your hashgacha pratit journal? Why you started, etc?

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