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Why I Chose to Make Israel My Home – Story 3

Updated: 6 days ago

Technion campus, Haifa, Israel (Photo: Technion/LinkedIn)

Kehila News, Shira Hazan, March 23, 2020

Messianic believers in the land also have inspiring and even miraculous stories to tell about moving here. Hence we are delighted to present a new weekly feature in Kehila News, “Why I Chose to Make Israel My Home.”

The first time I ever felt a real desire to move to Israel was when I was 13 years old, but my “Aliyah” story starts a little bit before that.

Both my parents grew up in Israel but moved to America when I was a baby. That meant I had quite a few family members who didn’t speak English, which was a problem, because I didn’t speak Hebrew.

My mom, who had come to faith in Yeshua at age 13, through her sister, was always clever and resourceful. As it happened, she ended up being the sole caregiver of my brother and me, but she succeeded in providing us with a great education as well as a surprisingly rich plethora of opportunities. One of those opportunities for me was learning Hebrew at age 11 from the local community college.

Most kids, especially at that age, aren’t very interested in taking classes at a local college, even if those classes sound practical or interesting. I wasn’t particularly keen on the idea either, especially since taking the Hebrew class my mom found meant giving up joining the honor band. Only four people from my class made it into the honor band, including me, and I was quite excited about it.

But God did something special in my heart. I prayed and asked Him to take away my desire to join the honor band if it was His will that I should study Hebrew, and suddenly He did. For some reason, I didn’t want to join it anymore, just like that. It was surprising but also clear. So I enrolled in the Hebrew class. My mom helped me a lot with my homework, and especially working on my accent. My experience was very positive, because the teacher was really nice, and there were even other girls, my age, preparing for their Bat Mitzvahs!

Fast-forward two years later. I was 13, and my brother was 11. It was my grandpa’s 80th birthday, and my mom decided we could take a short visit to Israel. After 10 years of not having been there at all, I was going to meet my family – as if for the first time ever, since my earlier encounters were from the time when I was too young to recall. We were all very excited.

I will never forget the moment I stepped out into real Israel, after leaving the airport. It took us hours before my mom picked the proper rental car, haggled over a good price, and got all our luggage packed away into the trunk of the car. In fact, it was 2 a.m. when we finally left the airport.

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