Wherever You Go, There You Are.

For me, traveling with the Little Rebbetzin is an object lesson in emunah, absolute faith.

When traveling I like to know exactly where I’m going, how far it is, how long it will take me to get there, and if possible where we are going to stay. If I’m not sure where we will spend the night, then the last half hour before arrival is always one of sweat inducing anxiety, will we be able to find a place to stay at our destination?
Meanwhile, the Little Rebbetzin sits happily in the car, all she knows is that we are going somewhere and that when we get there we will, of course, have a place to stay, and exciting things to see and do. She has absolute unquestioning faith that this will happen.

She is old enough now to tell when I am getting worried. All the signs say no vacancy, everything’s full. She smiles at me and says: “Don’t worry Daddy, I’ll ask Hashem for a good place, He wants us to stay here.”
Sure enough, when we ask, there actually is one last space available.

It usually takes a few days of traveling before I can start to shake off the old habits and be more in tune with the Little Rebbetzin. Each trip I need to relearn this lesson, to let go of my plans and just have faith that wherever we end up is where we are meant to be.

I want to have her emunah, her trust, that everything will always work out, no question. I aspire to the faith of my child.