Walking

I feel it’s extremely important to dedicate an entry to the joy and pain of walking, mostly because it is the number one mode of transportation around here for me. Against the wishes of many, (I found out today!) including, I believe my father and Leah Morgan (IHOP staff) I have also taken several non-bombed buss rides, but for the most part I am a great walker. I love it very much. I like walking with Softah, and I like walking with Pierre. Most of all I like to walk alone, not because I don’t love Softah and Pierre, I do! They are two of my best buds in Jerusalem! I really enjoy all my time spent with my wonderful Softah and my friend, but there’s something about the streets of a city, that they tell you when you are alone, which they shyly hide when others are privy to their presence. So I ask questions, I laugh, I smile, sigh, and weep, alone. I have learned a lot over the years, (I know my very few years, but a few nonetheless) while waking.

Belive it or not, I have discovered there, more than anywhere else, my love for silence.  I, Breanna Noel do often crave and long for it. The quiet still whispers. Nothingness. Think of it as a canvas upon which the whole day may be painted, a destiny unfolded.

Walking is a place to become. I think that’s why I love running and climbing so much. Ireland and then New York is where I first really learned to walk. New York told me many secrets and Jerusalem even more. Mostly I think. I think about the people or pray for mine. My family, the people I will meet, bless, love, and serve with a nod, a smile, a hand, or a prayer. The streets tell me who they are. Jaffa, Emeck Rafiem, and King David, “Did you know Yeshua was here, right here? Do you know who the king is? Have you felt the awe and trembling of his presence? When you knew he was coming close did you shudder? Did you shrink back a little? I did. When he walked here I felt the mark and it’s still here, 100 feet down, it’s still here. We know we belong to the Lord, and we will not forget what was paid, the blood that was spilled here right here.

Whether I walk in the Old or the New City, I enjoy the moment and long for the fulfillment of their prophesies. I wait and watch. And I do not keep silent. God help me to know where to walk next and who to touch along the way, you did. Now let me do the same as I walk the streets of Jerusalem.