Here we are… staying home so the “plague” skips/omits/passes over my home and my family, such that we can be together next year to tell the story of our people, whether in Jerusalem or anywhere. 🙏🏾
Other than this simple wish for Passover and the recitation of age-old words, I don’t have anything to say. I haven’t a clue how to process. I’m entirely lost. I know not what’s next. But oh am I ever grateful for my momma, for the life she has given me/us, for our present health and safety, and for all who have reached out in the past two days — even when you don’t know what to say either.
