Today was our last full day here. We thought we would get a lot of packing and cleaning done, since Drew and Char are moving back for good. But it turned into a much lazier day. Which was wonderful. We have been going going going for 2 weeks and the break was much needed! Fadia had us over to her new house for lunch. Her mom had cooked us a Palestinian feast! The house was beautiful. Her father is a contractor and built it himself. It is at risk of being torn down by the Israeli's because it is "too close" to one of their illegal settlements. Ironic. Fadia and her family seem hopeful. They bought the land 10 years ago. It's theirs. And they are going to do whatever it takes to keep it.
Now, we are back at the house, getting a little closer to packing up. And its bitter sweet. I am so ready to come home. I am ready to see family and friends and I know my family is ready for me to be safe and sound in the United States. But its also hard. I love the people I have met. I love this place. There is more I want to see. And someday, I will. I have never thought of myself as a world traveler. And I think its because I don't want to travel just for the sake of seeing EVERYTHING there is to see. But having left my homeland, and seeing what another is like, I realize that the part of traveling that I am so drawn to now is the people. We are all so similar. We are all so different. And stories are meant to be heard. I have heard the hearts of many broken people and I feel responsible to keep listening. God is here. As much as it seems crazy and messed up here, He has shown up in these stories, in these hearts. Its a beautiful mess.
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