We’re fine. really. Despite little sleep. Despite bouts of surfing the news. Meditating and praying. Watching Mission Impossible 2 and The Dictator for diversion. Despite running to bomb shelters and hearing the loud booms and rumblings of thunder which is how we know there’s been a direct hit – when the floor below shakes for minutes.

The game changed a bit last week, when we realized Iran had kept the Big Boy Toys for themselves. Those hypersonic. Those cluster bomb missiles that create menacing ripples in the sky. That fly under the defense system. That sneak through and hit civilian targets. These are not your friendly Hamas or Hizbulla rockets. Oh no. They are something entirely different with the capacity to flatten city blocks and kill thousands.

But we’re fine. Really. We’ve seen open miracles. The IAF knocking out the entire air defense of the giant in less than 72 hours. The elimination of evil players – a Roayal Flush in the IRGC deck of cards. We’ve called their bluff. Militarily, we have proven our superiority, our determination, our resolve, our courage and our faith that we do not go it alone, but with the hand of G-d to lead us to victory. So we are just fine.

We have seen hospital buildings evacuated just hours before a strike. We are witnessing the Israelis taking the call to shelter seriously. We now know to run to a protected area is to save a life. Although every loss is a tragedy, Israel has a remarkably low fatality rate – less than 30 civilians have been killed thus far since we struck Iran. Missiles have crashed into homes and stuck in the roof without exploding. Babies have been rescued intact from the rubble. People reunited with missing pets they thought killed. Huge pieces of shrapnel fallen from the sky only to land at a front doorstep or side yard. We are doing well. To live in Israel is to believe in miracles.

Friday a huge ICBM stuck downtown Haifa. The few people who were out sought cover for the most part. Two mosques down the street from each other along with a recently abandoned building were demolished. An imam was injured. Also a woman who suffered a heart attack due to the siren. And one other person. We could see the smoke rising from our balcony. We knew from the sound of impact it was bad. But we are doing fine.

An IRGC missile on its way to Israel, missed its intended target. Instead, it struck a Syrian oil facility. Another lucky hit, I guess. Most of the ICBMs that have gotten through have landed in empty space. Another lucky miss, I guess. You spend 4 hours trying to find a vacant parking space in central Israel, but the bombs? We’re really doing okay here. A little overwhelmed, a lot exhausted, but we are fine. Really.

Today we woke up to another early alarm. It was a large barrage accompanied by the news of Trump and the US aid the military gave to strike the nuclear powerhouses that we couldn’t reach. I’m actually really glad that threat has been neutralized and pray it will not lead to anything larger. In the meantime,

I appreciate most of the letters I’ve been getting. And those videos. So many videos. Yes I did see the Tucker Carlson kumzits with Ted Cruz. I’ve begun to watch at least some of the homilies you’ve sent me from your pastors. I can assure you. Things are well. They are well. With our souls. John said to tell you we have a large rooftop balcony with patio furniture and ice chest filled with drinks and snacks. We have a front row view of Armageddon which is 18 miles as the crow falls. We are not afraid. We are fine. Really.

As far as missions work. Aid to infants, widows and the still starving, still poor, still innocent victims in Gaza. I assure you. We neither can nor will travel there to help with humanitarian aid. Seriously. There’s much to be done here in Israel. Many ways to help and to be involved. Neither John nor I desire to join a resistance movement protesting the current situation. We will not drive to Jerusalem. We will not drive to Tel Aviv. We will not hold placards to stop the war. We will not take our voices to Bibi’s residence. We are doing just fine where we are. We actually think our u irked government has navigated the entire situation masterfully. We are in good hands.

Yes. Blessed are the peacemakers. Make love, not war. We truly desire peace. Here at home. Here in the Middle East. Throughout the entire world. But there are just wars and we have just collectively cut the head off the viper. Yes. Blessed are those who can forgive their enemies. Forgive the snarkiness, but no one from Hamas, Hizbulla, Houthieville or Iran has called me offering a sincere apology for the years of terror and bald faced threats to kill me and my countrymen on both sides of the globe. I carry no grudge with the people of Iran. I hope the people can be liberated from their evil oppressors and we can resume friendly relations again. We are good with that. We just want peace and to resume our normal routines.

For the ones who are “just absolutely scared to death for you!” Thank you for your concern. If you have ever lived in Israel, you know that we value, cherish and love life. It is a precious and fleeting gift. We do not take ur blessings for granted. And we live every minute as it is our last. Every moment counts. We are not afraid. Exhausted. Overstimulated. A bit anxious even. But not scared to death. We have a firm belief that our lives are in G-d’s hands, and that is not a bad place to be. So stop your doomscrolling social media and listening to the fear mongering of divisive media outlets. Pray. Do good deeds for others today. Pick 3 things to do that will be a blessing each day. But don’t be scared to death. We are fine. We will be fine.

And for those wanting to know what we think about the Final Battle. As my tzaddik of a husband repeats, “It’s all in G-d’s hands. Whatever is supposed to happen will happen and we cannot stop it. He who made all things can turn the worst possible scenario into the miraculous, into blessings. We just need to believe. And pray. And walk in love.” Then we will be fine. Really.

Now if I can just stay away from the bag of chips and get a shower and some sleep….I’ll be fine. Really.

I hope I’ve not offended my subscribers, my old high school fellow students or past neighbors. After I hydrate, get some protein and a few winks, I’ll be back to my old reporting. In the meantime, we’re okay. Really truly-