It’s hard to keep going at the moment.
So much effort that doesn’t seem to have got anywhere, so much yearning for a better world that’s going unrequited.
God, where’s all the fruits of our labours?!?!
It seems that all our good deeds, all our effort to become better people, all our struggles for a drop more holiness, a drop more connection to Hashem, a drop more genuine kindness for others are stalled and stuck.
We can’t see how every second of hitbodedut we do is taking root, we can’t see how every spiritual seed we plant with emuna is getting ready to sprout – imminently – into something way more beautiful than we can even get our heads around.
But it’s coming.