I sat on a rock on a beach.
The wind blew across the lake, helping the waves along as they rolled towards the shore. The heat of the sun balanced the chill of the breeze, so I didn't mind shivering slightly in shorts I hadn't worn since arriving in the country. It was the first time I was really alone since arriving too. I had taken Melissa's ipod and skipped through a variety of her playlists, wondering over the fact that I listened to familiar music in this place so far from home, but more home-like than anywhere else.
The day prior we had taken a field trip; across the lake, to Capernaum. It's a beautiful little village with a beautiful church built above the remnants of Peter's house. Brother Huntington discussed with us two healing miracles in Capernaum: the woman with the issue of blood and Jairus's daughter. They aren't separate stories, although we often treat them as such. They both teach a great deal about the importance of time.
I sat on a rock on the beach in Galilee and reflected on the lessons of the previous day. Tonight I sit reflecting on the lessons of those days I spent in the Galilee. They changed my life forever.