Good to be here
The apostle Peter didn’t know what to say when he witnessed Jesus shining like the sun on the mountain. He stammered about building booths and spoke like a man waking from a dream. The most sensible thing thing he could say when he couldn’t rely on his senses was simply, it’s good to be here.
Traveling for half a day in cramped quarters across the Atlantic I know a little about how Peter must have felt. I’m just awaking from this long travel day, shuffling off the grogginess of jet lag to take in the dazzling views around me. There is so much history to take in, so much tradition to behold, so many layers of culture and life going on in this place, this Israel. All I can say as I step into the waters is, it’s good to be here.
Thank you all for your prayers. I have never felt safer. We checked into our hotel, had a great dinner with various marinated salads and hummus, then took a walk down to the beach. I see some ready overlaps between the culture I know in Miami/South Florida and here, and more than just palm trees and big sky. I may need a couple days to finish teasing that out, but I find myself feeling comfortably familiar as I might in Florida.
Hotel wifi is keeping me connected tonight. No “first world problems” here.
You all arrived safely! Amen and amen! Thank you for your posts. I feel like we are there with you, like we are in your pocket. How many of us have you got in there? It is cozy. Be safe and rest in His grace.
We have been saying prayers that you would make it there safely. Glad that you’re easing in and feeling comfortable. Enjoy your journey, my brother! It will be nice to follow along from South Florida.
You look like you are on a familiar beach! Know how you must feel finally being there! And it IS familiar to all of us as the cradle of civilization. I am “home” too — and so glad. Did you get my texts & FB messenger at night on your wifi at hotel? Let me know! Love- Mom