Pesach was spectacular. Packed Seders and meals. Minyans every holiday morning. Matzah delivered to close to six-hundred homes. Visits to nursing homes and hospitals. MSU students participating in higher numbers than ever before. Birkas Kohanim and Yizkor services. Prayer for dew just before the blizzard. Every aspect of the Yom Tov was uplifting. If that wasn’t enough, 36 hours after Passover, we joined as a community to celebrate the Bar Mitzvah of Adam “Avraham”, with his mom Irma and sister Julie at his side as he laid his Talis and Tefilin for the very first time. The joy in the room during his Aliyah and subsequent dance, was palpable, and a stark reminder that Am Yisroel Chai.

I don’t have the words to explain how it feels to be living through the last six weeks. Honestly, we are all living through it, so you don’t need my words to address your lived experience. Throughout these last few weeks, I was having this feeling like “I wish I had something to say”, “I wish I can put some of my feelings into words”, “I wish I had the talent to write something beautiful and inspiring to comfort and uplift my followers, friends, and community”. Somewhere deep down I knew that the time would come that I would have something to share, and all the while I found so much comfort in reading and sharing the beautiful thoughts and posts from others.