This is Chanukah
Jan 02, 2025
Last year, on the last night of Chanukah, I prayed for a miracle.
More than one, actually.
There was a lot going on in my world and I needed more help than I knew how to ask for. (We've all had those days, right Kindred?)
And as I was sitting at the candles, brooding over how little time I felt I had left with them, a friend reached out and told me about a practice people did on Zos Chanukah.
Day eight, a number representative of the supernatural forces in the world, was a good time to remember we had the option of giving our troubles over to a higher power.
So I did.
I grabbed a yellow legal pad and wrote.
And wrote.
And kept writing.
Every dream. Every desire. Every need.
Every heartbreak. Every tear I couldn’t seem to cry. Every word I wasn’t able to say.
And when I was done, I slipped the folded pages under the menorah, closed the china closet. And walked away for a year.
Today is a year.
These are the pages.
I haven’t read them yet.
I’m not sure I’m ready.
There are likely points I don't remember that were poured onto these papers.
Others are vivid in my mind.
Some prayers came this close to being answered.
Some are stories still unfolding.
But I received my miracle.
At the candles the other night, I reflected on where this year has taken me.
And I realized that the miracle I received was not the elimination of every pain point on my list.
The miracle I received was a newfound strength, a reserve of calm, a well of love, and the recognition that the miracle I really needed was inside of me all along.
So I don’t know if I’m ready to review these yellow sheets of paper. I’ll read them someday, even if it won't be today.
But I’ll definitely be sitting down to write some more of them. And they'll be resting beneath the menorah until next year.
Our Chanukah coupon expired last night at midnight. And true to my predictions, I’ve already gotten a slew of emails wanting to know if there was any way to extend the discount for just a few more hours.
If G-d could extend the burn of a jar of oil, then extending the life of a discount code is no big miracle.
ZOSIGNITE is the code. It expires at midnight.*
You are the miracle. May your light shine forever.
Fally
* Do you also battle with that feeling of emptiness when Chanukah ends? It might be that sense of loss that's prompting me to extend the coupon code for just a few more hours. My attempt to hold on to the feeling of Yom Tov for just a little longer.
Eventually though, we all have to re-enter the real world.
I'm lucky enough to live in a real world where Ignite exists. You can too
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