“Now I need to talk to You about myself. Dear HaShem, my dear, dear Friend.” She sighed. “I’m in trouble. And I’m a little embarrassed to even share it with You after all You’ve done for me. It feels … ungrateful. Which I’m not. At least I don’t think I am. But some days, I am finding it impossible to imagine going on this way.

“I’ll start with the easy things. This neighborhood. It’s so dark, so gray. There are no mountains, hardly any trees, and only tiny little patches of grass behind chains and fences. I miss California, the beautiful views, the sunsets, the forests and mountains. I’m starved for them. I can’t stand being in the city … these dusty streets.” She took a deep breath. Facing yourself wasn’t easy.

“And … the truth is … the fact is … I’m lonely.”

Even as her lips formed these soundless words, she felt shocked.

It was true. But how could that be? She had a loving husband, sweet little children who called her Mommy! And she loved them all sincerely, with her entire heart. And they loved her.

“You see, Yaakov isn’t around very often. He works hard all day, and when he does come home, he’s committed to dedicating some of his time to learning. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t resent that … at least I know I shouldn’t. How can I? He loves learning so much, and I knew who he was when I married him. Actually, most of the time, I’m sincerely proud of him, and I’m sure You are, too; he’s earning all of us Your blessings.

“Yes, I love the life You’ve given me, and I’m grateful but … but … You see … I’m home alone all day with the kids and when they leave in the morning, just with my computer. Business is going well, thank You so much! But I go a little stir-crazy. And … and…” This was hard, so hard! But she could tell Him, because of course He knew all about it anyway. “I don’t have any friends in this neighborhood.”