The Great Power of Tefillah

They once asked the Lelover Rebbetzin how she was zocheh to a son like the Lelover Rebbe—a kadosh mei’rechem, overflowing with yiras Shamayim. She said nothing special came to mind.

Then she paused.

There were moments when her husband would lock himself in a room and cry out “Yizku li banim u’vnei banim oskim baTorah u’vmitzvos”—with such raw desperation that he would bang his head against the wall and collapse from the tefillah.

“Maybe,” she said quietly, “that was the zechus.”

A haunting reminder of the koach of tefillah when it comes from the edge of the soul.