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Levites (or Levi)[2] (/ˈliːvaɪt/, Hebrew: לְוִיִּם Lēvīyyīm) are Jewish males who claim patrilineal descent from the Tribe of Levi.[3] The Tribe of Levi descended from Levi, the third son of Jacob and Leah. The surname Halevi, which consists of the Hebrew definite article "ה" Ha- ("the") plus Levi (Levite) is not conclusive regarding being a Levite; a titular use of HaLevi indicates being a Levite. The daughter of a Levite is a "Bat Levi" (Bat being Hebrew for "daughter"). O
although the best of brothers, was no replacement for my father’s deep wisdom and paternal guidance.
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“Each life is a gift from Yahweh.
I hoped she would not remember such words and be ashamed of them later.
Janel, mom Vincent
She winked and left me sitting by the fire, attempting to hold together the shattered pieces of my heart and stunned that I had been unaware I was speaking to Miryam, Mosheh’s sister—the same woman who had ensured her brother’s safety in the little basket on the Nile, and who stood with courage before Pharaoh’s daughter as a young girl, and the woman who had taught Reva to be a midwife decades ago.
“A brother is to be a tall fence for his siblings, a strong wall to protect and to comfort.”
“There will always be storms, Shira. There will be loss in your life, sometimes devastating loss. But if you let the wind and the rain overcome you, then you will never fulfill the purpose for which you were born, the reason Yahweh gave you breath and brought you to this time, to this place. There will be times when there is nothing you can do but survive, to place one foot after the other into the driving rain.”
“But until you accept the storms, and stop blaming yourself for them, you will not see how Yahweh has blessed you with them.”
“Without witnessing the mercilessness of an evil king, we would not appreciate the kindness of our own. Without the bitterness of slavery, we wouldn’t know the sweetness of freedom. Without the blackness of the night sky, there would be no stars.”
It seems to me that Yahweh somehow takes the broken parts of us and builds something better than we could imagine.”
“It is not the perfection that matters, sweet Shira, it is the love of the one who created it.”
I will go wherever you lead me, and it will be enough.
