This past week, when Shabbat came, I
felt at peace. I closed the Siddur (prayer book) and davened (prayed)
with more appreciation for our liturgy than I have ever had before. I
watched the sun set from the 4th level deck and recited
the words I knew by heart. I was comforted by the words I know so
well.
The difference is, that each night I
write evening, and I have to be creative. Each night, I have to come
up with something new and meaningful … something.
Sometimes I struggle to come up with a
prayer. The ideas do not always flow so smoothly.
But Shabbat came and I did not need to
create or write. My mind rested as I recited the words we have be
reciting for generations.
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