Dear lovers of Zion, and “OR TZION” family, 

blessings in the Name of our Savior and Lord, Yeshua HaMashiach. I missed the March/April news- letter, because I did not have the funds for the production and mail out. This newsletter will get to you just before I leave for an International Genealogical Seminar in Paris. 

I am very ecxited about it, because I am going to this seminar in obedience to a very strong prompting from the Lord. Only He can put it all back together. Only He has the power to repair those breaches and close up those gaps. Only He knows where I must go, and when, and whom I must meet. I merely follow His lead. I covet your prayers for the success of this undertaking, in particular for locating the family book of generations, in which every family member, of every generation, is meticulously recorded all the way back before the fall of Jerusalem. This book is of priceless worth to us, as you can understand. For that reason my grandfather took it with him to Holland and then to France, to keep it safe from the Nazis. But it is like searching for a pebble in an ocean. Only G-d knows where this book is kept in trust, and by whom. And only He knows how I can find that person who holds the book. Hence, when I “just so happened” to learn of this seminar in Paris, and He prompted me so strongly to attend it, it aroused my faith and anticipation. When I find this book, it will be a major miracle. But G-d has worked many miracles in my life. Let me share some with you. 

My husband and I met and married in Southern Italy. We bought our wedding bands in the Navy Exchange in Naples, two plain golden bands, engraved with “forever yours”. They meant very much to me, the Lord having brought my husband and me together in answer to my cry. Late one lovely summer night we took a walk on the beach. My husband felt like swimming, and plunged into the cool waters of the Mediterranean Sea. That’s when all his rings slipped off his fingers, including the wedding band, and sunk into the deep, dark waters. He dove and dove to find the rings, but it was hopeless, of course. 

I had just encountered Yeshua, Who had revealed Himself to me, and I was a fervent believer. At home I immediately prayed and pleaded with the Lord to please let us find the wedding band. I told Him that it was not the value of gold I cared for, but the value it held in my heart. That even if it were a costly diamond ring it wouldn’t mean half as much to me as this wedding band. But THIS ring, I said, means so very much to me, because it is You Who gave me my husband. Please restore it. 

Then I told my husband we would go look for it the next day. He thought that my brain had momentarily short circuited, and tried to talk me out of it. The mere idea was utterly ridiculous, he said: first of all, it had been at night, and we weren’t even sure where he took the plunge. Secondly, this was not a pond, but the Mediterranean Sea, with waves washing the rings G-d only knows where. And thirdly, innumerable feet would have stirred and kicked up the sand, since the beach was full of people sunbathing and swimming. But I insisted. He finally agreed, on condition that we go only in the afternoon, when most people would have left. 

About four in the afternoon we went. While my husband got ready with swim mask and snorkel, I went
to inquire of the beach guards if anyone had turned in some rings, or at least a golden wedding band. No, no one had. They wanted to know what happened. I told them, and also that my husband was going to look for it. They laughed, and shook their heads, and came down to the shore. Others joined the spectacle, anticipating some entertainment. And I just thanked the Lord for having heard and granted my prayers. 

Port of Gaeta, Italy

When my husband came out of the waters, with the wedding band in his hand, all gathered around him and wanted to know how he found it. Then he told us: “When I dove down, I really did not believe I would find anything. Who can find a tiny wedding band in an ocean? The waves would have long washed it away, or buried it deep in the sand. I was going to swim in the direction the waves moved, when I suddenly saw something shining brightly golden. I was curious as to what it was and swam toward it. And there it was,  right where I had plunged into the water, laying on top of the sand -- my golden wedding band! The waves had not moved it, and feet had not buried it. And my wife is right who said, that G-d cares even for the smallest things about us, and that nothing was too difficult for Him. She said, ‘He will command the waves not to move the ring, and keep every foot away from it.’ Then everybody marveled, and I hope and pray that the miracle they witnessed will have brought some of them to faith in Yeshua. 

My husband went back into the waters to search for the other rings. I told him that I had prayed only for the wedding band. Therefore the other rings would be subject to the moving waves and the stirring of the sand. He tried it anyway. After several hours of searching he gave up. He never could find those rings for which I had not prayed the Father. This little “mighty” miracle has always been a strength to us, although in the meantime G-d has worked many other little “mighty” miracles in our behalf. If we do not have it is mostly because we do not ask, or ask with the wrong motive, or for the wrong thing; and sometimes it is because someone, who would be used by G-d for His answer to the prayer, does not obey.. 

O More pictures of  Gaeta, Italy, where I and my husband lived for 5 years.