What makes the difference?

Jesus.

Well that was simple... I guess I had better expound on that thought more or else this could easily be a complete 5 word post. :grin:

Here in Abu Dhabi, it is a Muslim country- complete with the call to prayer bouncing off the walls 5 times a day that you can hear in your sleep without even opening the windows. So what is the difference between what I believe and what they believe? How do I know that what I believe is right? How do I know it is more than just something that I believe because its what I grew up learning about? How do I know that Jesus really died on the cross and was raised from the dead instead of being saved at the last minute?

I may not know all of the technical answers but I do know these things.
1) Jesus is real, he was not made up, he was not just a prophet, and there is power in his name.
2) Jesus helps, he cares, and he has shown himself strong in my life personally.
3) Jesus listens, he responds, he is a personal God who knows just what I need.


The difference is I have the proof. The difference is I have the evidence... And even when I get so blind at times to what God is doing, and have a hard time seeing what is happening in my own life personally... What I see him doing in others, seeing new people get the Holy Ghost for the first time, seeing others being helped, blessed, guided, helps me through those times.

That's all.
~ Chelbertina.

Abu Dhabi revisited...

Yes, I can officially say now that I have traveled back to the future! It is currently 6am here, while it is 8pm yesterday where you guys are. :grin:

The layover in Chicago was perfect... We had just enough time to get off the plane, ride the tram to the international terminal, stand in line at the ticketing counter, go back through security, make a potty stop, walk to the correct gate, and board the plane. I was very thankful for that 2.5 hr layover, there is no way we could have done it if it had been any shorter.

The flight was not too bad, and the airport was a breeze compared to last time, and even though the seats on the plane were uncomfortable, it placed us first getting off the plane after first class... Which greatly helped the line be almost non existent while coming through immigrations and customs thankfully...

The kids slept for most of the flight... Which means that yes, it was 4am, and both kids were up and ready to go... :grin: the picture is what you get when you cross a 4am awake 13 month old with a doodle app... He's gonna be an artist! And now it is almost 6am, and both are hyper and more than ready to go... While Dina and I are still tired... But already up.

So let's get this day started!
~ Chelbertina