Okay, I'm going to admit something...even though I try hard to stay positive, I have my good days and my bad days here in this strange place called Jerusalem.
I don't like not being able to buy what I want (or need) at the store.
I don't like it when people are rude to my kids.
I don't always feel like walking almost an hour to church, just to do it again after three long hours of meetings.
I wish I had a couch.
It's hard to hear stories like I did today....like this sweet man, Mohammad, who suffers so much because he's an Arab living in Israel, and says with pain in his eyes, "That West Bank wall is way worse than that one they had in Germany - and it's NEVER coming down." Or to hear about the two cute little Spanish men in our branch who were almost shot to death in their car the other day. I love Israelis, I really do...but hearing these sorts of things gets to me.
But on to better things.....
It's easy-peasy to walk down to the Garden Tomb on a lazy Friday afternoon (after days of my 4-year-old pleading, "I want to go to the place where Jesus was RESURRECTED!!!").
I have special angels watching over my family - it has been said in priesthood blessings, AND I feel them - regularly.
I feel my heart growing and growing, and growing some more, for people of the Middle East.
I appreciate things that I never have before.
I rely on the Lord more (does "compelled to be humble" ring a bell for anybody? Yeah, that's me)
Who else gets to sit and look at a panoramic view of the Old City and the Dome of the Rock during sacrament meeting?
My daughter's favorite thing to do is go see places where the Savior has been - could a mom ask for more?
And no matter where we live, my husband is still cute....
And my to-die-for-adorable kids still like to wrestle.....
At the end of the day, I really do love that we're here. If I suddenly found out that I had to leave tomorrow, I'd be heartbroken (even if do wish I could hang out with my sisters or go shopping at Target every once in a while).