25: Purim Power

25: Purim Power

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miracles and More

Purim Power

There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is God’s finger on man’s shoulder.

~Charles Morgan

As much as I loved single life, watching all my friends get married, settle down, and start having babies was making me lonely. I grew up in a marriage-minded community, where we dated solely for marriage and tended to marry young. It was time for me to find the right man.

And so I prayed. I prayed that I would find my soul mate soon, and that I would be blessed with love, harmony and fulfillment.

On March 10, 2008, I prayed like I had never prayed before. It was the Jewish holiday of Purim, the most joyous day in the Jewish calendar, marked by festive celebration and partying. It’s also known as an opportune time for prayer because those who pray on that day, taking time away from all the merriment, tend to see increased blessings as a result. I spent hours throughout that night pouring out my heart to G-d, asking Him for the one thing I wanted more than anything else — to find love.

Two weeks later, I met my future husband. We were married in September of that year, and have enjoyed nine blissful, meaningful and beautiful years together. While one never knows the reasons for what happens in life, I always gave a lot of the credit to my prayers on that day.

But I didn’t realize just how important those prayers were until several years after our marriage.

One day, I shared my story with my students to encourage them to find some time for prayer on the holiday of Purim. They were visibly moved.

When I came home, I told my husband what I had taught that day, and I realized I had never actually shared with him how hard I had prayed that day and how soon after he had come into my life.

He looked at me and smiled.

“You don’t even know how quickly your prayers were answered!” he told me. “Before we met, I was inundated with offers from match-makers who wanted to set me up. I brushed everyone off, telling them I wasn’t ready for marriage. I told my parents and my mentors the same thing. I needed some more time before I started dating, and they were very understanding. Then, one morning, I woke up and decided I was ready. It was inexplicable. Nothing had changed; there was no revolutionary incident. I just decided I was ready and started the ball rolling. And out of all the girls who had been suggested to me, I chose you to meet first.”

Can you guess the date this “wake-up” occurred?

It was March 11, 2008.

~Devora Adams

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