My parents are literally across the globe in Israel. ISRAEL!! You
know that place consistently on the news for bombings, hostages, and holy
water! The distance is killing their almost 35 year old daughter. They are in
my thoughts and prayers constantly, and I sit with anxiety waiting for email
updates. Poor Ryan, he is doing a stellar job at appeasing his cranky worried wife.
As I ponder their trip, I find myself much more aware of the news,
the history, and the passion of Israel. They are in the Promised Land. The land of
the Israelite, the land of the chosen people, they are where my Jesus was. I
long to be with them.
15 Look down from
heaven, your holy dwelling place, and bless your people Israel and
the land you have given us as you promised on oath to our ancestors, a land
flowing with milk and honey.”
9 more day until they return to us. My heart is excited to hear
their stories, to hear what touched their hearts. I know they will be forever
changed. How can they not be, after walking where He walked!
(And yes, I tracked their flights all the way across the globe. I highly suggest the app Flight View, if you are as neurotic as I am)