One of the reasons I find travel so appealing is that when I’m on the road I never know what each day will bring. That not knowing makes me feel alive and fosters an appreciation for life that routine tends to snuff out when you’ve had as much life as I have.
Granted, by no means am I complaining about all that life. I just want to make the most of what the good Lord has in mind for me.
I certainly have a new appreciation for what Christ’s suffering means to me as a Christian on this Good Friday having walked the cobblestone alleyways of Jerusalem’s Via Dolorosa (Latin for the “Way of the Suffering”) less than a week ago.
The Bible came alive, too, during our pilgrimage to the Holy Land as we traveled the Land of Goshen, tracing the route of the Biblical Exodus; when we visited Mount of Beatitudes where Jesus preached the Sermon on the Mount; as we sailed on the Sea of Galilee; when we visited Tabgha, the site of the miracle of the loaves and fishes.
It’s a miracle Jimmy and I survived our pilgrimage. Two weeks of twelve-hour days of non-stop touring is not for the faint of heart; lots of life in those twelve-hour days.
I’m thoroughly enjoying a little routine this morning – a quiet start to the day, familiar surroundings, and some Fun Fotos for your viewing pleasure on this holiest of Fridays! Peace be with you.
Granted, by no means am I complaining about all that life. I just want to make the most of what the good Lord has in mind for me.
I certainly have a new appreciation for what Christ’s suffering means to me as a Christian on this Good Friday having walked the cobblestone alleyways of Jerusalem’s Via Dolorosa (Latin for the “Way of the Suffering”) less than a week ago.
The Bible came alive, too, during our pilgrimage to the Holy Land as we traveled the Land of Goshen, tracing the route of the Biblical Exodus; when we visited Mount of Beatitudes where Jesus preached the Sermon on the Mount; as we sailed on the Sea of Galilee; when we visited Tabgha, the site of the miracle of the loaves and fishes.
It’s a miracle Jimmy and I survived our pilgrimage. Two weeks of twelve-hour days of non-stop touring is not for the faint of heart; lots of life in those twelve-hour days.
I’m thoroughly enjoying a little routine this morning – a quiet start to the day, familiar surroundings, and some Fun Fotos for your viewing pleasure on this holiest of Fridays! Peace be with you.
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