Last Bacon Breakfast for a bit

Passed interrogation in the airport! Israel has staff here in Newark that interrogates everyone before they can even continue on to customs. This is a wonderful group of people. I'm already enjoying the trip. A couple of us went into the little cologne shop and doused ourselves. One of my buddies mistook some perfume for cologne. It's hilarious.  Walking back from the shop, I ran into another group of friends and I joined them to go check out the swatch shop. Then to the the electronics store to improv flashmob to Adele. Now we're just waiting on the flight. Someone suggested we all pray over the flight together and we joined hands in unity and asked God to bless the trip. I am so honored to be here. None of us can remember each others names so for now, we just kinda call each other whatever we want. Also they gave us cute little old men hats, that say CUFI and I adore mine so I'm already officially "the girl with the hat." It'll be in all my pictures, I'm certain;)

                                                     Any moment now!

    I can't believe I'm about to enter the land. All that stand between us is the Great Atlantic.  My posts should get more meaningful from here on out. This is really happening.

Just a Summary of My journey here

Today was good. I bribed my brother to come with me to the airport so my car wouldn't be there all week.  Problem was I still needed to do some last minute shopping so we had to leave at 5 in the morning for my 9:30 flight. He set some terms and conditions of course. He had control of the radio (Sports Talk, no surprise), I buy him breakfast and a monster drink, and of course gas. He was a good sport when I forgot the monster, didn't have time for McDonald's, and he had to put in his headphones.  My sweet younger brother stayed up last night begging me to wake him before I left this morning. I promise I tried, Nate! Flight One was good. I spent most of it huddled by the window as the large man next to me leaned over entirely too far, grumbled about his work that caused him to travel far too much and airline conspiracies. Planes are for thinking, cloud imaginating, and talking to God, in my opinion.  Second flight was on a teeny propeller plane. HA! That, my friends, is adventure. Flying in a baby propeller plane over New York City:) A sweet memory I'm sure not to forget. I had no seat at first because some man was on the wrong plane. I ended up sitting with a girl who had just graduated with her Public Relations degree and was headed to New York, New York to search for her first job there while living with a variety of people for a few weeks. From there I hopped in a shuttle from Laguardia Airport to Newark. There was a kind looking young lady sitting behind me who said hello when I got in. She told me she was from Norway, traveling the world! She was simply delightful truly! At the next stop just a few feet down the road another girl entered the shuttle and I recognized her from Christians United for Israel because she had just friend requested me on facebook that morning. I found out she was also a Public Relations major with a heart for ministry.  Needless to say, we hit it off just fine.  We spoke with Ingrid, my new Norwegian friend of God, country, and travels. The Lord put it together I'd dare say. Our shuttle driver, Christopher, age 53, was from Jamaica and terrified of snakes. He is a cow whisper/tamer, believes pork is deadly according to medical books, quarrels with his children but loves his grand children, and has finding a wife constantly on his mind. I told him to get dreads. He's bald. He said he would get one. Then he decided he could get his whole head dreaded with some fish oil stuff and the day after he is married shave his head. Because ya know, his wife would only marry him for his dreads. His leaving words of wisdom: Just read you Bible and keep loving God and don't get involved with Chick-fil-a. Thanks man.  A God ordained journey I think would fairly accurately describe this day, I might say.Then we had a delicious final American Dinner and listened to Christians United For Israel's National Director, David Brogg speak on 3 myths of Israel. Excellent and Informative, of course. Now I am doing my best to stay up as late as possible so that tomorrow I can sleep on the plane and awake in Israel bright and early their time.

Here we go, Baby!



I own the most Wonderful of Nights

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My last expression of introvert freedom: car, dusk, windows down, smooth windy silence, then sing. Alright Israel, I'm all yours now.

                                                                     Lets Do This.




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This Land is Calling my Name

Well here we are).  All packed.  well, nearly. I mean technically most of my clothes are still in the laundry...and my bag is already full. Oh dear. I'll manage. It'll all fit somehow.  It always does. I'm uncertain right now of my emotions towards this trip. I don't think I understand that this is really happening.  Seems like I'm dreaming and need to hurry and wake up before this awesome real life adventure takes place! How can anyone ever be ready for a Holy Land? How could I ever have studied enough? At the same time, I've read about this my whole life. I'm going to the homeland of a dearest friend-in fact, a lover. And I'm going to learn about where He grew up and the places He always talks about, visit His favourite little hide-away spots on earth and for once feel like I'm a part of those stories because I'm where He was and now it's real to me. I want the Lord to share with me what this place means to Him. I want to see His heart and know the depths of how Israel moves Him.  I won't. I may hope for a glimpse, but I can't handle the whole of it I'm nearly certain. I feel entirely too unprepared, though I'm told I'm not. I don't want to forget a single thing, though I will. I want to realize the significance of each and everything, and I just quite simply won't. I want to be more ready for the Holy Land, but I'll never be ready enough. This is my time, this is my present state, and this is the grandest opportunity of which I am about to partake.   This Land is Calling My Name. Perhaps I'll wake up tomorrow morning ready for this adventure-this grand, grand land. :) Surely. Well that's more than deep enough for tonight, I'm certain! Prayers for me, the trip, those journeying with me, and travels would be much appreciated! My flights leaves bright and early! First New York, the Newark, NJ.

I'm dying to see that Holy Land

'Give me Adventure' scream my eyes:) Israel I can wait no longer:) Come very quickly and pass very slowly. [Scarved and covered]

Oh, Jerusalem

the wailing wall. the wailing wall. the wailing wall. the moment my fingers touch and a prayer escapes my lips at the wailing wall... eek:) [ONE WEEK.]

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A fine obsession.

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