I almost converted to Judaism in my late teens, and the Rabbi I was working with shared with me a prayer he often prayed in times of struggle. “God grant me the faith of the convert, the strength of a bear, the wisdom of the aged, and the patience of a mother”
I almost converted to Judaism in my late teens, and the Rabbi I was working with shared with me a prayer he often prayed in times of struggle. “God grant me the faith of the convert, the strength of a bear, the wisdom of the aged, and the patience of a mother”
I always liked that
I unfortunately have the wisdom of the convert, the faith of a bear, the strength of the aged, and the patience of a very tired mother.
Out of all these… I think you’re underestimating the mother.
Well, not mine, specifically, but… Hypothetically. Some mother.
(Also… The faith of a bear maybe instead of also patience?)
Depending on who you ask “wisdom of the convert” could be pretty great.
… Or horrible. Again, depends who you ask. Lol