Feet are dragging. Tears are merging. Heart is throbbing. I've said goodbye but I can't let go. Just one more day. That's all I ask. Just one more day to breathe the history, the faith, the memory. Time keeps moving. Forward and onward. It's taking me, dragging me, forcing me to release and fly. Though I am homebound, my heart feels confused. This city of white limestone-- is it not the same place I slept, ate, laughed, cried, learned, grew, changed? Is this not home? Alas, my pleas are useless.
"By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land? If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill. May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy." --Psalms 137
In case you couldn't tell, I have a hard time with goodbyes. I hate them. Yes. I hate them. But then I must remember that "Faith is for the future. Faith builds on the past but never longs to stay there. Faith trusts that God has great things in store for each of us and that Christ is the "high priest of good things to come."
--Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
"By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land? If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill. May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy." --Psalms 137
In case you couldn't tell, I have a hard time with goodbyes. I hate them. Yes. I hate them. But then I must remember that "Faith is for the future. Faith builds on the past but never longs to stay there. Faith trusts that God has great things in store for each of us and that Christ is the "high priest of good things to come."
--Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
I pray with all my heart that I will never forget this semester. Never, never.
Tel Aviv airport...here I come!
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