Scared of Jerusalem

I'm sitting on my bed in Galilee at 6:30 a.m., packed and waiting for the breakfast buffet to open. I haven't blogged the last couple days - shame shame! I got dispirited and tired. Israelis seem sweet, the sites are fascinating and Galilee is beautiful, but I'm desperately lonely and my trip is only half over. All I want in this world is to go home.

I'm terrified of Jerusalem, since my horrid bus station experience. Did I tell you about that? I forget. This time I'm driving from Galilee to Tel Aviv to drop off the car, then taking a shuttle directly to my hotel in Jerusalem. It's worth the extra money - at least I don't worry my stuff will get stolen.

How come trips cost so much money? I'm trying not to worry, since the Bible says worrying is wrong, but it's a mixed message among most Christians. If someone worries we reassure the person, normal enough, who wouldn't - God will provide, is in control, won't let you go, you have to trust Him and not worry. But if you do let go of the worry, you and/or others think you're being flippant and irresponsible. It's so confusing. The Bible says worrying is bad, but then if we don't worry where the world says we should, that's perceived of as wrong too sometimes.

I can't win!!

OK, got to run. Sorry these are abrupt, I don't want my battery to die. I'm not too worried because I'm pretty sure no one will read all of them at this point anyway. Next blog...today's I think!


p.s. - American hotels need to take a lesson from their Israeli counterparts - refrigerators! A fantastic invention. I love being able to put a soda in it, or anything. And most rooms seem to have one, not just expensive ones.