Jet lag is a funny thing.

For most of us, we were able to have a fairly relaxed and full Sunday morning before traveling began. The group was early to the airport and had plenty of time to catch up and grab some lunch. From that point on though, I’m not really sure what all has happened. From OKC we flew to Houston, quickly boarded the next flight to Newark, then jumped across the Atlantic to Tel Aviv. Some slept. Some couldn’t. Others binge watched their favorite shows.

 Once in Israel, navigating out of the airport, going through customs, and boarding our bus for the week was a breeze. After checking in to the hotel and eating dinner together, what has felt to be an endless day has finally come to its close.

I can sense that there is something special about this group. New relationships are already being formed and existing relationships are being strengthened. I know everyone describes this trip as “a trip of a lifetime” and how it will certainly change our lives - at least that’s what we keep hearing. But I am really starting to believe that to be true. My spirit feels like something God-sized is going to happen in me and in all of us. There’s a stirring in the air and I’m ready to soak in what the Spirit is going to do and say.