I looked at the weather forecast back home: 20 degrees and snow. I was grabbing my earbuds to go for a walk around Jerusalem. With the sun shining on a wonderful 70 degree day, I set off. I passed the Old City wall. I decided to find a new street, ending up at a park which contains some 3rd-7th century tombs which had been converted to cisterns 1300 years ago. I made my way back eventually, grabbing some books to read for class. I settled in a cozy chair out in the JUC gardens with the warm sun smiling on me.
That’s not to say life here is perfect. but I am reminded how God has blessed me to be here. I don’t always see it. I need to be reminded of the multitude of blessings he bestows upon me, whether the day is good or bad.
I don’t deserve to be here. Life isn’t fair.
That’s not to say life here is perfect. but I am reminded how God has blessed me to be here. I don’t always see it. I need to be reminded of the multitude of blessings he bestows upon me, whether the day is good or bad.
