A trip down memory lane

I really miss the Middle East.

At this moment, as I am looking through old pictures saved on a battered picture CD I found buried in a box in my dorm closet (which I had smuggled out of the house when I moved to college in 2008).
 I am longing to go back.

For those of you who know me, there is something about that region of the world that beckons to me. Granted, I have lived there, so perhaps the call of the old memories and buried laughter and many shed tears all buried underneath red rocks and dusty ground is what calls out my name. Maybe it's the old castles and broken pillars and ancient brick roads. The taste of roadstand shwarmas and delectable gooey baklavas during the time of ramadan. Perhaps it's the call of the mosques and the unspoken longings of millions of people seeking for their true Allah.

Whatever it is, I desire to go back. Yet the Lord keeps saying to be patient, and therefore, patient I will be.

He reminded me today of Is. 64:3-4: "When you did awesome things which we did not expect, You came down, the mts quaked at Your presence. For from days of old they have not heard or perceived by ear, Nor has the eye seen a God besides You, who acts in behalf of the one who waits for Him."

 I am content in the promise. HE knows my desires; He has put them there. Whenever it is that He wills for me to go back, I will go.

For now, I will be content perusing through old pictures. Enjoy them with me!