In the city of Jordan

I'm lying in my bed after what seemed like forever to settle in. You never really appreciate what it means to have a shower until you've not had one for 36 hours. Sometimes I really do take for granted life's necessities and do not understand what others without would be feeling. Already, day one of this pilgrimage and I'm already tested in the small blessings I am given.

Rest; a word I am hardly acquainted with these days. I don't really know how to rest. Does it mean clear your mind? Does it mean sit down for a few hours and do absolutely nothing? Does it mean watch Hollywood movies on replay until you have no more DVDs to watch? What does the word 'rest' really mean? I'm dying to know because I am struggling every day just to find my feet and be aware of what's going on around me. All I keep thinking about is when can I sleep? And I'm sure all my loved ones are wondering in their heads, 'When is she going to rest?'.

Now that I've come to terms with the fact that I am the worst person to chill with, because I am just plain clueless on how to be a chill person, in the back of my head I've always known that when I pray, or when we pray together... I'm resting. I think it's because my mind has not stopped thinking, but it's finally thinking about what it's meant to; Gods voice also known as peace.

Tomorrow as we embark on the rock where Moses first had a glimpse of the promised land, I yearn to be at rest; in my body, in my mind and mostly in my heart.

Location:Amman, Jordan