As I set here I am taken back to the day when I first dreamed of spending Passover as a Jew. I would always say, maybe next year….well, next year has come for me. I will spend my very first Passover as a Jew this year. I am filled with all types of emotions and fears.
I don’t think there is a greater feeling than knowing you have come home. Not like any home I’ve ever known before. I will be a part of a people, a nation of Hashem. Erev Pesach will mean something different to me. When I sit at the Seder and recount the Exodus story, it will not be as a spectator but as a participant. My 4 cups of wine, my matzah, maror, and all the songs will be done as a Jew. Hallel HaGadol will fill my soul. The beautiful Nishmas prayer which follows the Song at the Sea in the morning prayers on Sabbath will mean more to me than ever before. This year I will recount the details of the Exodus knowing I was there……
You may not understand the joy I’m filled with now but someday, someday you may. Someday you will come understand that I’ve come HOME!
The Joys Of Home 