time with me being away from home . My trip had produced great hope , but had also left me with more questions about what God was calling me to in my life . I got out of the vehicle from Samaria , said my goodbyes to some friends , and headed straight for the Old City . I walked through the Christian quarter with no agenda or direction , and ended up at the Western Wall . I stayed in the back of the complex , near the library of Siddurim ( prayer books ). I quietly prayed and then stepped out near the hand-washing station to take a call from my wife until I was reminded that I needed to put my phone away for Shabbat . The Breslover ’ s ( a group of Hassidic Jews ) started to filter in by the dozens . Kabbalat Shabbat had begun as the young Breslov Hassid ’ s started to dance …
They danced ! They sang ! They cried !
With the dancing , beautiful voices from the women ' s section began to increase asI suddenly stumbled upon my friend Robson . Therewe stood there in silence , , … watching in awe .
That was when I realized that ,
God was there !
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