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Israel was sitting on a hilltop, overlooking Jerusalem, the city of gold and light. Her gaze focused on one of the alleyway, where an elderly pair were walking. Down the alleyway, a group of children stopped their football match to allow them to pass by.
Israel sighed. It was just as He foretold it.
It had been quiet the past few months. Too quiet.
"Hashem?"
There was no answer. Israel sighed again. Until now, it was easy to say that she had it bad and blame it all on Him, but now that Hashem was gone, she suddenly missed Him.
"I miss you," she said aloud. He must have heard her. He was everywhere, after all.
Emboldened, she continued on. "I made a mistake, I do need you. Could you ever forgive me?"
"Don't be so sad," a voice boomed in her ear.
For a moment she was startled. If it was really that easy to call Hashem back, why hadn't she done so until now. "I'm not sad, I'm just…"
"Complaining."
Israel smiled, for the first time in a long time. "That's my specialty. And arguing, of course."
Hashem's voice was quieter when he said, "I know." He paused. "I know it is hard. It is hard to have an invisible partner, it is hard to dedicate yourself to me, but I dedicate myself to you, too."
"I agreed to the covenant with you, because you chose me," Israel said. "Nobody else did."
Again the voice boomed, softer than she could have imagined. "Have you ever considered why I did?"
Israel shook her head.
"I made the covenant with you, all of the nations, because you chose me. You're the one who agreed to have me in your life." Hashem's voice was almost a whisper now, "Without you, I'm nothing."
"You're a god," Israel pointed out.
"You might not need me, but I need you. I will not be a God without my people."
"But I do need you," Israel whispered.
