My husband and I love to travel. During our relationship we have travelled throughout the United States, a touch of the Caribbean, and are working our way through Europe. In addition, we visit my husband’s home country of Lebanon often. ¬†Our son, Jordan Gabriel, passed away in April of 2015. The nurses that helped with his care gave us a wall plaque saying “Because someone we love is in heaven, there is a little bit of heaven in our home.” We find this to be true in our day-to-day lives and on our journeys. The first trip we took after Jordan’s passing was to Yosemite. I cried as we took off from St. Louis. I felt like I was abandoning him and all our memories. But we soon found that he traveled with us. Whether in the beauty of the landscape or the song of a bluebird, our angel is with us. We are practicing Orthodox Christians and because of our son and our belief God is part of our journey, whether at home or on the road.


We started to add more pilgrimage trips into our vacations: Thessonaliki and Mt. Athos in Greece, monastery trips in the States and Lebanon, and visits to blessed sights and churches everywhere. I couldn’t just write about travel. Because it is not just about the great sunset over the Caldera in Santorini, or the food of New Orleans. For me, I am trying to find the sacred on every trip. I hope I can satisfy the title of this blog.

In Christ,