Where did five missional weeks go?
I know. It went into the hearts and troubled war-thoughts of Israeli’s. Music Is Medicine (that’s us) sung over people in schools, kibbutzim, hospitals, hotel lobbies, workshops, a food bank, international services, Ash Wednesday services, and even a Druze art expo.
We loaded into the van, set up gear, gave away music, lingered for hours afterwards in conversation, loaded back into the van, drove an average of 4 hours to each of the 23 gigs in 33 days.
This morning as we stuff suitcases for the flight, it feels like five months, not five weeks, on our bodies. But it has left our hearts wanting more!
Please rend heaven. Ask for a Spirit-seal on all the work we leave behind. The stories we’ve heard, the beautiful eyes we’ve looked into, and all the hugs we gave - those people need your prayer cover.
Some planted, some watered, so pray that Hashem gives the increase.
I’m writing this over our last and oh-so-delicious morning coffee routine. That too, will be missed :)
Look at that pastry! 😍 Can’t wait to hear all about everything. Praying for you both and the hearts you touched.
Oh, my goodness! So much has been done in and through you by our faithful Abba. May your hearts be filled as you return knowing you've been the hands and feet of Jesus to a broken and weary people - His people. We love you guys! Safe journey home!