Once again, I am preparing myself for another trip to the ancient land of history and culture. A place that is very dear to my heart, a place in which I feel so connected that even though the distance of over 6,000 miles is very real, I feel as though I am right there with the little "Nura" whom I hold so dearly, or the mother who is feeling pain due to what life has given her, or might I say taken away.
But this is only something that I feel, and I constantly ask myself, "how much more is there?" "How many more feelings are there?" One can only imagine, (and then I find it hard to fathom) how many lives are "going on" in the world. How many stories, pains, joy's, and lives there are in this expansive world. But all that I can do is to live my life to it's fullest potential and seek that in which God has given me to pursue. I feel as though I will never stop the draw upon my life to meet new people and visit new places... Just the thought of it makes me excited....
So here I go again, down to the river that flows north, and to where the feet of Moses and Jesus have walked, and now, where the feet of such a wretch as myself have the honor to tread...
I will partake on my travel with a different feeling than ever before, not only as a traveler, but as a explorer eager to learn new things and bridge gaps in societies that were never thought crossable...