step by side, enough for the next step

Now that yesterday is yesterday, it is does not seem so bad. Yesterday looks quite doable the day after. True of many days, right? The most tense moment yesterday was when the taxi driver, who did not speak English and got frustrated because I was not able to speak Arabic to tell him where I wanted to go, dumped me in town center of Fuheis, after laughing with a police officer who also could not speak English – and started to pull away with my luggage still in his trunk, until I beat on the back of the car. In my journal on the day before I had written: “Little nervous about crossing the bridge. Never crossed northern bridge. Doing it alone and by myself. Everything else has gone splashingly well, this should as well. Help has always come at the moment needed.” I was really nervous now! The crossing was over, but now I stood alone, not even knowing I was in the right town. I tried everything I could think of: “Abuna, church, convent, sisters, nuns, ordination, visitation home, holy rosary sisters.” Nothing worked. But as before, step by step, getting enough for the next step, four connections later I was told the young man with whom I was speaking was the “brother of Sleiman,” the deacon whose ordination I will attend today, my reason for coming here to the Holy Land for these dates. “Brother of Sleiman” said,”Welcome.” Without much emotion or expression on his face, he said something in Arabic to my taxi driver and walked away from the car. Twenty minutes later I saw this sign and said, in one of the few Arabic expressions I know, “Thanks be to God.” Finally the driver understood something I said – and I was home.