When fierce winds threatened to blow out the Shabbos candles, the Rimanover Rebbe didn’t close the windows.

He spoke to the wind.

What happens when you treat even the wildest forces with reverence for the light they’re endangering?

They made him a Shabbos robe of gold and silver. Maybe this one he’d finally keep.

But when a clumsy chassid spilled soup all over it, the Rimanover’s reaction wasn’t anger. It was something else entirely…

Not every beggar is asking to receive.

The holy tzaddikim, like the Rebbe of Ruzhin, saw some beggars as messengers sent not to take, but to give. What if the one holding out their hand is actually answering your prayer?

Why was the Rav of Anipoli always so angry? Reb Zusha had one simple answer—about weddings, expectations, and what it really means to feel full.

A lesson in humility from one of the gentlest tzaddikim in Chassidus.

The Vizhnitzer baby wouldn’t stop crying, and no one could understand why.

Until the holy Ruzhiner Rebbe remembered his own tears at a bris long ago.

The Seer of Lublin finally opened Reb Shmelke’s mysterious incense box only to find something unexpected.

So, where was the heavenly fragrance in the room really coming from?

The Noam Elimelech tried to shield his brother, Reb Zusha, from more shame, but the drunks still dragged Reb Zusha out again. And with a gentle smile, he whispered the words that say it all: "This is what Hashem wants."

When Reb Moshe Leib of Sassov returned from one of his journeys without gifts for his children, their disappointment sparked a profound realization: What will we bring back with us when we come home to Heaven?

At just 13 years old, Rebbe Nachman walked around his wedding asking every guest a question: "What are you doing here?" Most thought he meant, “Whose side are you on?” But one young guest understood what he was really asking.

What happens when a tzadik hears someone truly speak to God? When the Berditchever davened in Chernovitz, it shook Reb Chaim to the core. He came home unable to make kiddush, feeling as though he had never truly prayed in his life.