It is a month where our hearts are naturally turned to gratitude. A month where we perhaps reflect a little deeper to things we are truly grateful for. Lots of little events today have triggered me deep in the memory pockets back to my time in Jerusalem. There are so many wonderful moments to remember, so many amazing friendships forged, and truly many lives changed. Mine certainly was. I remember expecting it to be one great AH HA moment after another kind of an experience, that I would go there and suddenly know so much more. The reality was that I didn’t have too many of those amazing moments that I expected, but I had SO MANY TINY LITTLE TENDER moments that I will cherish forever. I realized that I already had a testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I already knew my Savior was real. I already knew He loved me. I already knew the gift of the Atonement was the most amazing and tender gift I could ever receive. Because I had been blessed to be raised in a home where the Gospel was taught both in word and action, I knew those things. And because I knew those things I was able to strengthen that testimony while studying there.
I miss the sounds of the city. I remember the first night as we collapsed into bed from exhaustion of having traveled for nearly two days straight. I just wanted to sleep forever. The noise was so loud, the sounds of the city anything but relaxing. Then I remember jolting out of bed bright and early as the Call to Prayer sounded. I thought to myself, how am I ever going to sleep around here. It didn’t take long for the noise to drown out and for me to be able to disappear into sleep.
I miss the smells….some of them that is. My friend Amanda posted on Facebook the other day that the things she was grateful for that day was deodorant. If you have traveled to many parts of the world you too will appreciate the beautiful gift of deodorant. I miss the smells of the spices and herbs. If I close my eyes and think hard enough I can almost smell those delicious loaves of bread with their tiny spice packets that were everywhere in the city.
I miss the people…oh the amazing people. I met so many amazing, humble, loving people there. They taught me so much about living, so much about life.
I miss the friends I made. The individuals I got to travel with are some of the most wonderful people I know. I felt as if I was amidst spiritual giants. I was taught by gifted teachers and shared in the testimony of amazing peers. It was so enriching to share something so special, so sacred, so tender with them. I think our hearts will be forever connected through that experience.
I miss the crazy experiences…. the singing on the shores of Galilee, the cycling through the streets of Luxor, the crazy Charut rides, the $1 donkey taxi’s, the marriage proposals, the pushups for a free necklace from Joseph Smith, the Kosher song (and oh so many others…thanks Jonathan!), the dripping wetness of our Kabutz at Galilee, the unforgettable sting of the Dead Sea, the lovely critters in the “Worst Western” Hotel, the broken bus in route to Petra, the “10 cities of the decapolis”, oh I could go on and on!
I miss the moments so tender I can never really share completely…..the evenings spent on the lawns at the Center studying the word of God, the service rendered to the dear children at the Princess Basma hospital, the moments spent pondering in the Bible gardens, the unforgettable priesthood blessing, the strength I received beyond my own, the climb up Mt. Sinai, the moments in the fields of Bethlehem, the promptings in the hills of Bethel, the life defining moment on the shores of Galilee, the tender mercies shown over and over in the quiet simple moments.
I miss the opportunity life gave me to immerse myself in the good word of God for hours daily. I truly cherish the ability I had to read chapter upon chapter of scripture on a daily basis. To not only read, but study and ponder and dissect the word of God. It was a spiritual feast. There are few moments in life where you are given the opportunity to be so completely selfish as to go on a journey such as this. You truly wanted every minute to be captured, every lesson to be engrained into you. I wanted so badly to pick my family up and bring them there with me. I wanted them to experience all I was experiencing. It.was.remarkable!
I am forever grateful I had that experience. I am forever changed because of it. I am grateful that I can pick up my Old and New Testaments and immerse myself in the memories. I love when I am sitting in Sunday School or Sacrament Meeting and a reference is made to a scripture in the Bible and I can take myself back there. When I can trigger those thoughts, feelings, and promptings. I love when I sing a Hymn that reminds me of my journey there that I can escape back to those feelings I had for just a moment.
Overall I am just overwhelmed with gratitude that my Savior would offer the plan He did, that He would come here to this earth and suffer the pains He did to make my life better. I am forever indebted. I grateful that I was able to have that amazing testimony strengthening experience. Thanks for the trip down memory….oh how many memories there are!
