|כב חַסְדֵי יְקוָק כִּי לֹא-תָמְנוּ, כִּי לֹא-כָלוּ רַחֲמָיו||22 Surely the LORD’S mercies are not consumed, surely His compassions fail not.|
And from the Modim blessing from the daily Amida prayer, based on that verse:
הַטּוֹב כִּי לֹא כָלוּ רַחֲמֶֽיךָ
|You are good, for Your compassion is never-ending.|
וְהַמְֿרַחֵם כִּי לֹא תַֽמּוּ חֲסָדֶֽיךָ
|You are compassionate, for Your kindnesses never cease.|
מֵעוֹלָם קִוִּֽינוּ לָךְ
|Our hope has always been in You.|
[Translation by Rabbi Debra Orenstein.]
A friend called me up today. He was about to go grocery shopping with his kids and he asked if I need anything, since he knows that I’ve been down for the count, at least was down for the count on Friday and Saturday, with a migraine. (I didn’t go to a Shabbat dinner on Friday night that I had helped organize nor to Shabbat services on Saturday.) I thanked him for the offer and told him that I was all set for groceries.
His kindness made me cry, though. I feel like no one has ever been this kind to me in my entire life. And that makes me sad. Either it’s true, which is sad, or it’s not but I’ve forgotten the various kindnesses that people have shown to me during my life, which is a different kind of sad.
Even when God’s mercy and compassion on His creations seem very limited to me (here, I’m thinking specifically of young children who lose their parents and parents who lose their young children, rather than my own suffering), the mercy, compassion, and kindness of so many human beings never ceases to amaze me.
My prayer today is that one day, may I, too, merit to show such kindness, mercy, and compassion to myself and to others! Amen.