Never Too Late

I have neglected this blog for a few years and it's time to dust off the keyboard. Life can get away from you sometimes, but it's never too late to do something you have been meaning to do. I'm starting a series of blogs talking about my trip to Israel this past April. I had the opportunity to go with my mom for two weeks and I learned so much. I know I will be unpacking all of that information for years to come. I do not call it a "once-in-a-lifetime" opportunity because I know I will go back. There is something special about being there that is beyond words. I did not feel like I was walking on holy ground, as some have described it. The ground there is the same as it is here, they have parks, they have cities, they have modern lives, just like we do. I would say the difference I noticed, would be that they have a connection to the history that we do not. They have the ability to go to the Sea of Galilee, Shiloh, the Temple Mount steps and other places mentioned in the bible. Even if the landscape has changed over the years, you still feel the sense of excitement knowing these places are deeply connected to the bible. To start this series I will say, I could not have gone without the support of my family. My wonderful in-laws stepped up to help with all four kids while I was away. The day I left the helped me get to the airport and I left feeling confident that everyone would be okay. I also left Ohio mid snow fall. The latest possible snow we've had since we have been here. The plane had to have it's wings de-iced before we could take off!

Leaving the winter wonderland (in April!).

I met my mom at the Tulsa airport and we boarded our Air France flight to Paris.

This is the classy meal we enjoyed on the 8 hour flight from Atlanta to Paris (red eye). The only in-flight meal I liked. My first culture awareness moment was on our Air France flight since the flight attendants all spoke french first and would then speak english. 

Tel Aviv Airport.