In Israel, our sabbath day was on Saturday instead of Sunday and we called it "Shabbat." Almost every Shabbat, a common question I asked people was, "Where are you going today? Gethsemane or The Garden Tomb?" It was wonderful to go to either of these places and write in my journal, read the scriptures, or just sit and ponder. I learned that my favorite places in Jerusalem were those that were simple and not over run my tourists---the places where I could ponder the Savior's mission and think about how I can be more like Him.
If I didn't have a chance to go to Gethsemane or The Garden Tomb my second choice was my balcony. This picture does not do justice but I had a perfect view of the Dome of the Rock and the whole city of Jerusalem.
Sitting in a field close to the traditional site of Gethsemane.
I can say confidently that The Garden Tomb was my favorite place in Jerusalem. I experienced so many feelings of peace and comfort here. In January, I heard that my Grandma Pearson had a brain aneurism. It was predicted that she would pass away soon. I came to the Garden Tomb a lot and thought about the truth of the doctrine of the Resurrection. When I found out that my Grandma had passed away, I felt so much comfort in knowing that because our Savior overcame death so can we! I know that my Grandma will be resurrected one day as all of us will.
The empty tomb.
