Pater Noster

In between classes we had a long enough break to take a gander up the hill to a church called Pater Noster. This was one of the most beautiful and unique church I have visited thus far.

 I really loved it and it was fun to visit, even if we had to pay 5 shekels. 

The church has plaques painted with the Lord's Prayer in 62 different languages.

This is believed to be the place where Jesus taught the disciples the Lord's Prayer.

Me and #17
We spreken Arabic

Sweet Ashley and me in the courtyard

Behind the church was a beautiful grove! Complete with a spectacular view of the city.

It truly was a glorious day to skip and frolic through this meadow.

Women of Jerusalem - Frolick Yourself!

In the spirit of prayer - let me take a moment to bear my testimony.

I know that my prayers are answered. I know that I have a Father in heaven who hears my small pleas, and listens to me through my trials. I know that Christ prayed when he was in the Garden of Gethsemane, and that example teaches me that God is always there, no matter how big or small our problem may seem. I know that I am loved, and known, individually. I know that prayer is a form of work, and if we take the time to speak to our Heavenly Father, we can create a strong relationship with Him and truly come to know Him.

And with that . . . 

Amen, Sista!