After spending nearly a week in Jordan learning about Bedouin life (more on that in later posts), the semester has officially come to a close. My classmates are leaving. I’m staying in Jerusalem with some friends for a few more days, but this JUC tale is complete. Saying good-bye is difficult. But which is worse: to cry because you’re leaving someone you’ve grown close to or not cry because there isn’t anyone you’ll miss? I would rather be in the former camp.
My life is at a crossroads. I’m heading back home soon. Or am I leaving home? Such lines are blurry on days like this. This has been my home for over 3 months (not counting my past times here). But I can’t stay here. It’s time to go back. I have been given an incredible gift. This land is in my bones. I have learned so much about the Bible and where it happened and the people in it. And I’ve learned a lot about myself, too. I don’t know where God is taking me. For now, it’s back to work writing software. I’m fine with that for now, but I can’t accept that God has brought me this far just for personal development. I love to share what I’ve learned, and I pray he will give me more opportunities to teach others about the amazing world of the Bible and the God who created and loves us all.
