Yesterday, while I was walking down the shore to get to the Sea of Galilee, one of the rocks gave way and I twisted my ankle a bit and my foot fell in between two big boulders. Jesus walked on water there and now I’m almost as impressed that He made it down the rocks without breaking His neck. I shook it off because: Tour of Israel. Duh. But last night it got really swollen and bruised and I could barely walk on it.
Better this morning, or maybe I’m just so committed to this hotel breakfast buffet that I’m pushing thru the pain. Either way, not letting it stop me from doing or seeing anything. Phrase of the day:
“Hey guys, wait for me!”
P.S. Dont judge my Guinness PJ’s. They’re comfy and frothy and refreshing.