One day my ten-year-old daughter came over to me with a request: “Abba, I want a nice siddur with my name engraved on it.”
“Why should we buy it now?” I asked. “B’ezras Hashem, in honor of your bas mitzvah we’ll get it for you.”
But my daughter said she didn’t have patience to wait until her bas mitzvah; she wanted such a siddur right now.
I told her, “I see no reason to buy an expensive siddur now. But if you really want it, then I have an idea for you.”
My daughter, who for the sake of this story I will call Sara Cohen (in truth her name is a bit less common than that), was very curious to hear my idea.
“Daven to Hashem,” I said, “and ask him to give you a siddur.”
She did as I suggested; every day she davened to Hashem to send her a nice siddur with her name engraved on it.
One day during that same year, her vice principal told her, “Sara, can you please come to my office? I want to ask you something important.” In the office, the assistant principal took out a siddur from her bag, and on it, engraved in nice letters, was the name: Sara Cohen!
“I bought this siddur for my granddaughter, and it turned out that it wasn’t the right nusach. I immediately thought of you. Maybe you’d like this siddur as a gift? The store won’t agree to exchange it.”
And my ten-year-old daughter received a beautiful siddur with her name engraved on it, just as she had dreamed. She asked her Father in Shamayim, and He gave it to her.
