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Every year on Pesah, we leave Egypt again. Not only in memory, but in spirit. We are asked to move, to step out of what confines us, even when we feel weary and unsure. In those moments, when the questions seem greater than the answers, I ask myself: where does our strength come from? What is the well from which we continue to draw?
Our ancestors wandered for forty years in the desert. Without maps, without certainty. And yet, G-d sustained them. There was food, there was water, there was life. Miriam, in her song of gratitude after the Splitting of the Sea, opened for our people a path not only to freedom, but to the very waters that would carry us forward.
In the same way, I believe the Torah is our source today. If we allow it to guide us, it nourishes us. It offers vitality when we feel depleted, clarity when we are lost, and hope when we cannot yet see the road ahead.
