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My journal about my conversion to Judaism. |
Mr. S came and koshered my kitchen on Sunday. He spent hours koshering the counters, stove, and different items. I spent the rest of the day washing out the fridge. My kitchen is now kosher, however, I have not gone to the mikvah yet. This means that I cannot use my kitchen until I go to the mikvah. I only have a few bottles of water in my fridge. I have nothing in my cupboards. I still need to line my kitchen cupboards, and plan on doing that this week. My mikvah date is Thursday B"H. My friend H who fed me today, will feed me tomorrow, studied with me and helped me learn through this entire process, asked me if I thought about all of the lasts that I am experiencing before being a Jew; the last Shabbos, the last Havdalah, the last Tehillim meeting, the last Monday, the last time that I will be me before being a new person. The truth is that I have not thought about it at all. I have thought about being able to cook and all the food being kosher even though I cooked it. I have thought about being called by my Hebrew name in shul. I've thought about the first Shabbos when I am a Jew. I thought about wearing a shield of David. I've thought about shaking the lulav and esrog. And mostly, I've thought about Simchat Torah and can't wait for that day as a Jew. I haven't thought about what I'm leaving behind, because I know what I'm gaining, and it is wonderful. Thank you Hashem. |