This is about our dreams. How often do we neglect our dreams? Or have we forgotten what they are, like an old suit dusty in the attic? So one of my most outlandish dreams, as a mother raising seven kids (thank G-d) and working
I had an epiphany. Hashem makes sure all we need to have in this world for moshiach’s arrival is set in place. He’s preparing this world for his coming. Comparing how we lived thousands of years ago, hundreds of years ago, decades ago, to
Hayom Yom: Menachem Av 3 “From my father’s sichot: When Mashiach will come (speedily in our time, amein), then we shall really long for the days of the exile. Then we will truly feel distress at our having neglected working at avoda; then will
Two hundred years ago, Chabad Chassidim were born. For seven illustrious generations we were held by the hand, guided, trained, and handed a mission. We soaked it all in, weathered the storms, and, always looking towards our faithful leader, we grew. We survived wars