The following happened when I traveled with my son to Canada during COVID. My parents had missed his bar mitzvah, and after so much time apart, we made the trip so they could finally see him and spend time together.

Baruch Hashem, the trip went smoothly. We had a beautiful and meaningful visit, and it was such a gift to see my parents reconnect with my son after so long.

Just when I thought everything was finally in order for our return to Eretz Yisrael, the last major obstacle hit — and it was a big one.

A few minutes before we were supposed to leave for the airport, I did my usual final check of the passports (a habit of mine), and I was horrified to discover that my Israeli passport was missing. I had my Canadian passport, my son's passport — but not mine.

For an Israeli citizen, an Israeli passport is absolutely required to enter Israel. I tried calling the Israeli embassy in Canada but got a message saying they were closed due to COVID. I called Air Canada and was told the wait time was three hours. The flight was leaving in three hours — and we hadn’t even left for the airport yet.

Over the past year, I’ve been working hard on building my emunah, and in that moment, I tried to stay calm. I repeated pesukim I had learned, reminding myself that everything is from Hashem, and that He can do anything. I searched the room where I had been staying, but nothing. Since I hadn’t seen the passport since arriving, I felt it could have been lost anywhere.

I called my husband in Israel to update him and told him I would try going to the airport anyway and explain the situation. I asked him to daven for us.

We packed up the car and were just about to leave when my mother came outside to say goodbye one last time. It was raining, so she opened her umbrella — and right before my eyes, my passport fell out of it.

It was an unforgettable moment — a clear sign that Hashem runs every detail and that hope and trust are never in vain. Even when everything seems lost, salvation can fall from the sky — sometimes literally.