Arrival in Jerusalem

Istanbul, Turkey

​We have been traveling for two days, we are tired, thirsty and not quite sure if we are about to fall asleep or about to catch the next energy wave. We are eight hours ahead of our home schedule. The flights were full of interesting conversations, the flights were also full of frivolous, delirious conversations. We made it though, but only by the grace of God and the skin of our teeth. I wasn’t certain if my passport would grant me access, there have been issues of my eligibility in the past based on suspicious activity. But something tells me a certain spirit is guiding my every step tonight. I trembled through the questions while holding onto the slightest stability of peace. "God does not give me a spirit of fear, but of power, love and self control." 2 Timothy 1:7, Amber and I recited this a hundred times on our walk to the passport control. I was asked about my previous visits and scrutinized for the nature of my return. Needless to say, the woman reluctantly got frustrated with the questioning, passive aggressively stamped my passport and threw me a Visa. Trembling and in shock, I put my head down and walked towards Amber.
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We had very silent praises until we stepped out of the airport and breathed in the air we will be living and breathing the next month! Halleluiah! Palestine and Israel here we come!

Jerusalem, Israel