If anyone is interested in how my shabbos went..
I dragged myself to shul friday night after not having been or shul or having davened in around 4 days.I went to a shul that im rarely at in the hope of noone bothering me.
I sit in the corner and listened to sounds of yedid nefesh and i closed my eyes and tried somehow to connect to the beautiful song even though i was not in that place.
After a minute,though,i started getting lost in the moving tune and words of longing for hashem.
I felt myself start to tear when i felt an arm on my shoulder.
I looked up to see the gabai standing over me.He's a family friend.
I knew what he wanted right away.
"No.Im sorry,but id rather not daven this week."
He gave me this look that was pleading.I knew from times past that its hard to find a chazzan in a shul such as this.Its mostly older americans who are of the young isral type.quite classic.
I finally nodded my consent.He smiled and walked off.
Whats going on here?G-d,do you fancy yourself a comedian?Out of all the possible weeks,why this one?!I havent davened in a week almost.I am just 2 days after a crazy marathon of sin,and i am not feeling in the least inspired.
If you cannot tell by now,i take kabbalos shabbos pretty seriously.it used to be my favorite time of the whole week.i believe that anyone who leads the tzibbur has to really be sincere and in touch with hashem and the moment.
So i dug deep down,looking for that part of me which i know is there somewhere but is at times (especially now) really hard to find and connect to.
I took the tallis that the gabay handed me and got up to the bimah.
I looked down at the siddur.
Such beautiful words.
I opened my mouth "Lechu Neranena Lashem"
I was off.
It was the most beautiful davening i had had in a long long time.
It was the most into it that i had ever seen the congregation.
We were all joined together in the song of shabbos that i thought i might never feel again.
I thought the shul would lift into the air and fly direct to shamayim and we sang the holy song of lecha dodi.
By the time we got to shema i could swear that i felt the walls shaking.
People were mamesh yelling "SHEMA YISRAEL!"
It was gevaldig my friends
After davening people were coming over to me left and right.
One guy told me that now he felt he could have a real shabbos.
I think they were exagerating a bit,but i got the point.
Ok,so ive been down.ive been really down.
But there is a part of me that is connected to Hashem and will always be connected no matter what.And if i can learn to tap into that part,life will be a very different experience.
I did not realize that i can "bring up" that part unless i am "feeling it".
That's one of the lessons I learned this friday night.
Gut voch-Uri