Well, we caught our flight out of Tel Aviv driven to the airport by “Daniel” the taxi driver. We had quite the conversation with him on our drive. He commented that all of Israel is watching our political frenzy right now and that they also consider themselves to be one of the stars on our flag. He was easy to talk with and it was great to hear how supportive the Israelites are of the US. Our taxi driver the day before who picked us up and took us to the hotel had been to the US for three weeks and traveled all over the country seeing Washington DC, the Grand Canyon, Yosemite, San Francisco, etc.
We flew for about four and half hours to Frankfurt and landed amid heavy fog. We had a layover of about an hour and a half but we had to go from one side of the terminal to another which meant we walked very fast only stopping to use the bathroom. When we got to our gate there was a hugely long line. We looked out the window and our plane was one of the “double decker” kind. They announced that the flight was being delayed a bit so we scrambled to find a place that sold bottled water and then tried to hook to wifi real quick. We finally loaded and, wow, the plane was huge! It was a 747-XX. We were all in the center row together but thankfully the plane was not full, so Zel moved across the aisle to a window seat and I took her aisle seat leaving one empty seat between me and Candi to pile stuff on and leave a bit of room between us. It was a l-o-n-g flight …. ten and a half hours. We landed in Denver (late due to delayed start) and had two and a half hours to meet our connecting flight. Well, first we had to go through customs, which took about 45 minutes, then security, then go get our luggage and re-check it, then security again and by the time we made it to our gate, the plan had already left. So we got our tickets re-issued for the following morning (yesterday), leaving at 8 a.m. The airlines gave us comp rooms at Red Lion and gave us a “female bag” (for us gals) which included a t-shirt to sleep in, deodorant, lotion, brush, toothbrush and toothpaste – all of which came in very handy since our luggage was somewhere else. By the time we got to the hotel it was 9ish. We fell into bed and got eight hours of good sleep before waking and getting back to the airport. We finally arrived at SeaTac around 9:30 am on Wednesday. I had made arrangements for a shuttle to pick me up but my reservation was for 11:45 am …. I found their checkin desk and explained my situation … there was another shuttle scheduled to leave at 10:30 and I was able to switch and take it. There was one other couple being delivered to Tacoma, so I made it home shortly after noon. I unloaded my suitcases and started some laundry right away. I was going to try to stay awake till evening but was SO tired that I finally laid down around 1:15 pm to take a nap but not before I set my alarm for 3:30 knowing that I’d probably sleep longer if I didn’t set my alarm. And sure enough, I was in a deep sleep when my alarm went off. I had to “press” myself to get up because I still felt so tired. So, I got up and finished some laundry and dabbled around the house a bit. Watched some HGTV and ordered a pizza. By 6 pm I could hardly hold my eyes open, so I went back to bed. I slept hard and had a lot of dreams. I slept till about 2:30 am and then began waking every hour or so. I wanted to sleep as long as I could so I would turn over and try to go back to sleep … which I did. I finally got up at 6:30 am and feel refreshed but still a bit tired. I may have to take a nap today, too. I’m glad I took today off because I need to go get some groceries, get my nails done (most important), get my mail and then go out and have dinner with Jenn and family.
I’m glad to be back around my familiar surroundings … my bed! But, I feel like I’ve left a bit of me in Israel … a bit of my heart. I am falling in love with that land more and more each time I go there. It may look dry and unattractive to the “naked eye” but I see how Abba designed it to be … a lush and fertile land flowing with milk and honey. I am seeing that my “true identity” is wrapped up in that land and my heart is being tugged on to return. So, it wasn’t “good by”, but rather, till I come again …
Thanks for sharing my adventure with me. This trip was a hard trip (physically) but very fulfilling in oh, so many ways. I know that Abba wanted me to be there from the very start. Was there one defining moment for me? Yes, I would say when I went to the wall and touched it. Do you know that the Western Wall is one of the closest parts of the wall to where the Holy of Holies used to be? Not the portion that we see today, but a portion that is underground. Maybe that is why people are drawn to that wall today. Maybe HIS presence is still there touching lives? I can only speak for me. It was a powerful experience as I approached the wall and as I reached out and put my forehead on the wall to Bless Him, my Lord and my God, Creator of all things. Blessed be HIS name forever and forever!