It was big news. My younger sister, Ruchy,* got engaged!
Oh, how our family had waited for this day! Ruchy was no youngster, and we were thrilled to see her, a glowing kallah, getting ready to build her own home.
I was happier than you can imagine as I watched her prepare for her special day. As she walked down to the chuppah, I could feel her emotions and sense her tears. Ruchy was filled with gratitude to Hakadosh Baruch Hu for bringing her to this fortunate milestone, and fervently davening for a rosy future.
The simchah of the chasunah faded away as we returned to our day-to-day routines. We all hoped to hear good news soon from the new couple, especially since they were not that young.
One year passed and then another. No news. Each time I, or another family member, was blessed with a baby, my heart bled for my sister.
Ruchy so badly wished to become a mommy, and it hurt to watch her suffer.
I decided to do something. We all know the great power of Reb Shimon bar Yochai, and I was determined to earn his zechusim for my sister.
But how? If I couldn’t go down to Meron personally, I would have others go for us. I registered the names of my sister and her husband in Kollel Meron, asking for Tehillim Kollel’s chashuve minyan of talmidei chachamim to storm the Heavens on their behalf.
It was a sure step toward bringing them the gift of a child.
Exactly ten months later, I received that long-awaited phone call. My sister was a mother! Ruchy had given birth to a healthy baby boy!
To me, the power of Meron and the tefillos of Tehillim Kollel are no longer nice stories that happen to others; they are true and real – just as beautiful as the precious nephew I feast my eyes on today.
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