Ten days to say goodbye. Ten days to pack my suitcase. Ten days to finish buying. Ten days to clean my room. Ten days to see my family. Ten days to see my friends. Ten days to eat my favorite foods. Ten days to show my love.
Ten days.
Ten days until I leave the country. Ten days until I have to say goodbye. Ten days until I see the Holy Land. Ten days until I feel the hot, burning sun. Ten days until I walk where Jesus Walked. Ten days until I meet new friends. Ten days until I write my first letter home.
Ten days.
The next ten days are going to come and go like a flash of lightning. I'll be hugging my mom with tear filled eyes sooner than I want to believe. I'll be kissing my niece and holding her tight for the last time in far too long. But I am more than ready. The excitement, the anxiousness, the impatience is becoming too much for me. It is propelling me into what will be, where I want to be. Jerusalem is coming; Jerusalem is here.
Ten days.
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