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The Case for Keva

מודה אני לפניך מלח חי וקים שהחזרת בי נשמתי בחמלה רבה אמונתך.

I am grateful to you, living and present King, Who mercifully restores my soul to me and Whose faithfulness is enormous.
As I wake up each morning, these are the words I say. This morning, as hard as I tried to let my mind wander where it wanted to journey during my morning meditation, I was repeatedly drawn to these words. Was it the words that were comforting - or confronting - me? The Klepper melody? No, the comfort came from the familiar, the routine.  
I feel comfortable and safe when I'm in a routine, when I know what my day will be like, when I can let go of fear because I am prepared for what will probably come my way. I take comfort in the "keva" of life. Keva is the rote, the usual, the expected.

This is not always a great way to live. I admit I am more confident when I know or have a sense of what to expect each day or at least create an outline. But life is also blessed with kavvanah, the white …