Long Live Israel

We are just days away from our oldest son returning to the IDF. He'll sign on 5 more months. The position is a combat driver on the Gaza border on an emergency crew and doing regular patrols. I suppose after 3 years of mandatory service, it will feel good for him to finally have a paying position. I'm trying to have peace about it, and to a certain degree I do have peace. I remember when we made the decision to move to Israel, someone said that we could die here in Israel. And I thought, 'people die everyday in America too.' So I suppose again I could ease my own mind a bit to think that my son could die doing any other occupation. The fact that he's chosen to defend our country gives me great pride. I pray that no harm comes to him or any of the other soldiers here. And if I weren't a mother, I'd likely join the IDF myself! We are a small country, and our enemies are many. Of course the fact that our country and army are small gives way for God himself to receive the glory for the very existance of Israel. We only exist because God chooses to give us that privilege. As long as He chooses for us to continue, what have we to fear? So, to the Goliath monster nations who are waving their fists and shouting "death to Israel", I say, as a little shepherd boy once did, "I come to you in the name of יהוה the God of Israel" With my son, brave as King David himself, on the borders, I think we can all sleep a little safer. Thankfully he has the same great faith as David, and with that he knows that it is his Mighty Merciful Creator that defends Israel, defends him and his fellow soldiers. Chai Israel Chai!