Reading ahead for this Shabbat about Aaron's breastplate and the two big stones (called Umim and Thumim in Hebrew) that the High Priest is supposed to use to get a direct channel to God, or universal wisdom, or whatever, made me wish for a Magic 8-Ball:
When times are hard it sure would be nice to have a sense of certainty that everything was going to work out okay. But lately I have really lacked that, and it has taken a toll on me.
So this morning when I woke up and felt really down in the dumps pretty much from the time I rolled out of bed, I wasn't sure how I would proceed with my day. I began to feel really, really upset, and I sat in the living room chair and sniffled a tear, and then another. Before I knew it my stress had washed over me and I was full-on crying.
Out of nowhere, our cat Yofi suddenly leapt up onto my lap, looked at me with big eyes, and settled down and began to purr. I began to pet her, and slowly I calmed down. I didn't know any more than I had before I'd sat down, but I felt calmer and suddenly amazingly able to get on with my day.
Clearly, I can't tell the future but our cat, being an amazingly sentient being, can. And that's probably much better than a Magic 8-Ball, anyway.