I'm going to Israel. On Tuesday.
I am not even sure if my mind adequately comprehends what I am about to do.
I've always loved the land of Israel, always had a desire to go. Ever since I was 9 or 10 years old, I have been dreaming about the day I would see the land for myself.
I want to go where history began. I want to see the land God chose for the people He chose. I want to walk where the heroes of my faith walked. I want to be the place where my Lord stepped out of eternity into time, where He grew, and lived. Where He died, where He rose, and where He is soon returning.
The fact that I'm actually going hasn't quite set in yet. I've already spent some tears in anticipation, but the bulk of my emotions will probably hit me halfway over the Atlantic.
Speaking of which, if you think of it, please say a prayer for me. I struggle with minor travel anxiety and I would love to not be affected during this trip! I get knots in my stomach and have trouble eating whenever I am in new places. And since Israeli food is so yummy, I would really love to eat a falafel every day that I'm there. ;) Thanks, y'all.
(And if you think of it, please also pray for my children, that they won't miss their mama too much while I'm gone!)
I purchased a new journal for my trip, and am prayerfully anticipating the Lord speaking to me a lot while I'm in Israel! Hopefully I'll be able to turn His voice + my thoughts + notes from our trip into blogs when I get back.
If you'd like to keep up with my journey, you can do so via my Instagram feed. I will have wi-fi at the hotels and plan to post pictures and thoughts each evening.
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