There’s a recurring theme in our Torah, in our tefillos, and in the words of the Nevi’im: Hashem takes special care of the orphan and the widow. Why? Not just because they are vulnerable, but because they have no one else to rely on—and they place their trust entirely in Him.

When a person lets go of reliance on human help and places their trust fully in Hashem, He responds with a unique hanhaga—a deeper, more direct involvement in their lives. I didn’t fully understand that until I lived it.

More than 25 years ago, I was going through shidduchim. I grew up Orthodox, always connected to Torah and mitzvos, but I wasn’t one to take things lightly. I internalized what I learned. I changed because of it. I had a deep desire to marry someone who would devote his life to learning Hashem’s Torah.

But my profile didn’t match that vision. I had attended more modern schools. I earned a university degree. My family, while proud of being frum, didn’t understand the concept of supporting a husband in learning. When I told my parents what I was looking for, they simply didn’t get it. I asked them for help finding a shidduch, and they told me, “Just go hang out where the boys are.”

I turned to local shadchanim, and they dismissed me quickly. “You can’t expect that kind of boy with your background,” they said. And I lived in a city with no yeshiva—every date meant travel, time, and energy. I did go out, but the boys were so far from what I was looking for. I was emotionally drained. I felt alone. I had no one advocating for me, no one guiding me.

That summer, I came to Israel. I didn’t know what to do next. I was confused and broken. Someone suggested I speak to Rav Ganz, and I poured my heart out to him. After listening, he said: “Stay here—and you’ll find your zivug.”

Just like that.

It wasn’t an easy decision, but I listened. I left everything behind—my parents, my friends, my comfort zone—and moved to Israel. At the time, it was not at all common for a girl like me to do something like that. But I had no one else to rely on… and I had Hashem.

Within a few months, I was engaged—to a boy from my own hometown. We had even attended the same elementary school. People would hear our story and laugh in amazement: “You had to move across the world to meet someone from down the block?”

But I knew the truth. When a person has no one else to turn to, Hashem takes full responsibility. He leads, He guides, and He delivers—sometimes in the most unexpected ways.

And it didn’t end there.

The shidduch was suggested by a dear friend whose husband learned with mine in yeshiva. Twenty years later, in one of those beautiful turns only Hashem can orchestrate, I made the shidduch for her daughter. You give, you receive. Hashem brings everything full circle.

Though my parents didn’t understand or support our choice, and we didn’t receive financial help, my husband is still learning to this day. With Hashem’s help, I’ve been the one supporting our family all these years—because that was the life I believed in. That’s what I asked for. And Hashem has been at my side every step of the way.