Transition

Ten days we were tourists being led through a country and culture foreign to us. We were loaded on a tour bus with 30 others, stopping at sites and being overwhelmed with information. I kept my attention out the bus window as we went through the streets of Tiberius, Jerusalem, driving through Jericho and Bethlehem. We went up to the Golan Heights and down in the tunnels under Jerusalem. We climbed up and we climbed down.

Holy Land Tour

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Holy Land Tour

Holy Land Tour

I kept my eyes peeled for sheep on the mountain side but was disappointed to see so few. I spotted a camel too late to get the camera up but when we stopped at a gas station had a treat seeing a couple of girls getting a camel ride in the parking lot.

Holy Land Tour  Palistinian territory

I was fascinated by a small Bedouin community and how the Israeli government is moving them into houses ending their nomadic life and I’d never heard of the Druze people. My camera stayed in my lap trying to get clear pictures through the bus window.

Bedouins
Bedouins
Druze are identified by the white knit cap with pom-pom
Druze are identified by the white knit cap with pom-pom

I’ve barely had time to contemplate our time in Israel. We had a short turn around before leaving for our semi-annual conference with others in our ministry. One sleep at home in the last few weeks and finally home again, I am feeling the fatigue.

Sometimes life is hard to pick up where you left off so today is one of transition. Getting my bearings on the routine again. Hoping our experience in Israel will mark me more as a pilgrim than tourist. Drawing on our time there just before this holy season will better inform my focus during Lent. Remembering the olive trees lining the garden and rumble of life surrounding. Praying my transition will be deeper than mere routine.

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More about Debby Hudson

Where do you find grace? Inside the church walls? Around the dinner table with your family? For years, grace was not much more than the prayer we said before meals or a biblical concept. Then I met a group of men who had, as we say, reached bottom. They welcomed me to Graceland. They showing me grace can be found in the darkest of places. I'm still searching and learning. I hope you'll want to come along.

6 thoughts on “Transition

  1. Adrienne M

    So blessed you are…what an experience! Can’t wait to hear more Debby!

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    1. Debby

      Yes, it sure was, Adrienne. I was able to blog about it a time or two while we were there. So much to take in. I need to get some pictures on Flickr. Thanks, Adrienne. I hope its impact will be seen through my writing and life.

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      1. Adrienne M

        I so want to travel to the holy lands! Really looking forward to seeing your photos. Thank you for sharing them with us all β™₯†

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  2. grand-player

    I brought back a stone from Masada, a reed from the Jordan, very few pictures (because I just couldn’t capture it), and the urgent need to “make it matter.” Almost a year later – and I’m still processing.

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    1. Debby

      Smart, Gwen. One of our men gave Henry a prayer to tuck into the Western Wall, which he did. He picked up a stone from one of the sites for someone. A reed would have been a great idea but you know me and the camera. A year, huh? I’ll take that as good news. I don’t want to push by it too quickly. Would love to hear more about your experience, Gwen.

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  3. judikruis

    Isn’t interesting how trips, events, changes that ‘seem’ bigger ‘seem’ to cause more of a transition? We don’t always notice how the water is moving us every day. Always love your story telling with photos too πŸ™‚

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