Basking in the Effects of My Efforts
Erev Pesach one year saw me especially absorbed in holiday preparations. I was submerged in cleaning agents and assiduously attacked every bit of chametz. When it came time to check for chametz, I spent hours at it. There was no doubt that not a crumb of chametz remained.
When I arrived home from the Beit Hakeneset on the Seder Night, my body was aching with exhaustion. I somehow managed to climb the five flights of stairs to my home.
As I entered my house, I was greeted with the holiness of the holiday. I was overcome by a feeling of kedushah, the likes of which I had never experienced before. I then felt that all of my efforts were worthwhile, if only to feel, even for a few moments, the sweet satisfaction of a job well done and its sanctified results.
