A young woman in her early thirties had been waiting many painful years for her zivug. Her parents had passed away when she was young, and she was raised by an older aunt and uncle. Her circle was small, and suggestions were few.
On her birthday, she sat alone and wrote a raw letter to Hashem. “Hashem, I have no one to turn to but You. I know You haven’t forgotten me. I’m writing this not to complain — but to say that even if I’m still waiting, I trust You. I just want to be ready when the right one comes.”
She placed the letter in her siddur. A few days later, she received a call from someone she hadn’t spoken to in five years. An old friend from seminary. “I don’t know why, but your name came into my head suddenly during davening. I realized it might be a good idea for you to meet my cousin. Would you be open?”
The boy seemed to have all the qualities she was looking for. She agreed. They got engaged within the month. When she told her kallah teacher the story, the teacher asked to see the letter she had written. It was still in her siddur.
The teacher gasped: “Look at the date. You got engaged exactly 40 days after you wrote this.”
Reprinted from the Parshas Pinchas 5785 email of The Weekly Vort.
