God knew I came to Israel rather exhausted. I hit the ground running as he guided my footsteps. But I am so thankful for the Shabbat rest both on Saturday and again on Monday at the end of the Sukkot holiday. What a wonderful time of joyous celebration it has been! Just being back in the familiar places, smelling the air, eating falafel on King George Street… taking some time to relax. Thank you God!
I spent most of Monday finishing up some work assignments from back home and then stayed in the apartment seeking the Lord, worshipping, and praying. It’s been unusually hot in Jerusalem for this time of year, not pleasant to do the amount of walking I generally do. Monday was 91 degrees and 75% humidity. Keeping hydrated is important, as is staying in the shade. Meanwhile when I am out, I just keep “bumping into” people I know. That is Jerusalem. It’s so good to be back.
Tuesday I visited Succat Hallel for some amazing worship and prayer. There were some Korean workers on their way to Turkey that we prayed for along with Pastor Andrew, his wife and family. He has been in prison there for two years now. I was here back then when we first heard of the unjust detention and imprisonment. The situation still needs intense prayer, but there is much evidence of God’s hand working in Turkey because of this. People please keep praying as God leads you!
I met with my friend that I ministered with when I was in Israel two years ago. She was at that prayer meeting along with a friend of hers, who is now my friend too. We shared a very middle-eastern lunch and some uplifting conversation, then I headed back to the apartment and had an interesting divine encounter in the SuperPharm. God is just too amazing to describe sometimes. I shake my head and laugh at his creative guidance in every and any circumstance. I am so thankful that our God is everything his Names describe him to be. And he loves us so much more than we can begin to comprehend. He truly IS worthy of our trust and our worship.
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