My Conversion Story Journal

July 31, 2025

Before I converted, all of the open food I had in my house was technically not kosher, because it was used my me, a non-Jew. I had to get rid of all of my open food. I knew that once I got out of the mikvah, I wouldn't have any food to eat or any dishes to eat it on. My friend gave me disposable plates, bowls, cups, and silverware to use until I could replace the dishes in my kitchen. I figured that I could get prepared food from kosher restaurants and have bagels and sandwiches. I had a Lev Haolam box arrive a couple of days before my mikvah date. I decided not to open it at all and to wait until after my conversion. That way, I could eat any food (which there usually is something) that came inside the box.

I was worried about going to the mikvah during the three weeks. This is a time of mourning, and there was nothing sad about going to the mikvah. I knew that Hashem didn't bring me that far and through that much to abandon me, but there was so many things that were beyond my control, and that was hard for me. I was assured that the timing of my mikvah was full of good signs. I, of course, believed my Rabbi.

The night of the mikvah, when I got hungry, I opened the box to find something, even a bag of peanuts would have been perfect. Attached is a photo of the box right after I opened it. I cried. Then I ate some delicious Maple Pecan Cookies.