We will board a plane for Israel soon. See you on the otherside of the ocean.
Speaking of ocean–when I fly over the vast expanse of the ocean, or gaze at the sky from my plane porthole, or see the stars, or creation, or the clouds next to me, or the outline of the continents below me, or the miles and miles of shoreline right before we land, I am in awe.
And I am bewildered that someone once said, “There is no proof for God.”
There is nothing but.