There is a time for everything

[A post by our daughter Ariella, who is a commander in the IDF]

In every day, everything has a time; A time to eat. A time to work. A time to play. And each day there is a time to pray.

Three times a day, actually, we pray. These pauses for prayer are a time of purity. A sacred time to be thankful. A time for spirituality. To cleanse ones soul. To be close to G-d... who created us and all living things. Who created us in his image.

And each and every time we Jews pray, we end with a prayer for peace.

Yesterday morning, just like every morning, Jews gathered for the morning prayers.

But in a neighborhood in Jerusalem, yesterday morning was not allowed to be a time for spirituality or purity... or peace.

Instead of being a time to thank G-d, people where begging him for their lives.

Instead of talking to G-d, five men were dispatched to meet him. 

Yesterday morning terrorists walked into a house of prayer and learning, and desecrated that holy time and place by murdering and injuring four men who were in the midst of praying for peace... and a fifth who had taken a holy oath to preserve it. 

My soul aches and I am filled with the deepest sorrow thinking about it. But in my heart I am praying; Praying that one day we will not live in a reality full of fear. That our prayers for peace will finally be granted.

I might be naive, but I will never stop praying.