Skip to main content

Doors

In honor of the New Year, I have posted all the pictures I have taken of doors since coming here. I think doors are interesting. The end.
I think the sign says it all.
Where? I don't know.
Don't remember!
Mystery door...
Probably located in Spare Oom.
This door leads to......treasure! I am almost certain of it.
This door is located miles underneath Poland; its in a old salt mine.
A beautiful church in Poland, home of the famed Trumpeter of Krakow.
I forgot where.
Your guess is as good as mine!
The same church in Krakow. Lovely, isn't it?
One of my favorites....I think this was taken in Poland.
My favorite church in Kiev, St. Vladimirs.
I think this is also in Kiev.
Kiev. The sun was not in a good place when I tried to take this picture.
The Golden Gate in Kiev!
My garage door.
Also at St. Vladimirs. Its way cool.

I pray many doors will be opened during this New Year of 2013, doors that will lead to a closer relationship with Christ, opportunities to serve him and share his love with others. Remember, if doors open, if opportunities are there, take them!

Labels:

Comments

  1. Brooke O'SheaDecember 31, 2012 at 3:41 PM

    I too have a strange fondness for doors. Definitely enjoyed these pictures and pray for many more doors there in Ukraine and everywhere else y'all end up!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The power of a hug

Three weeks ago at church, Masha sat next to me.   Masha is ten, has Downs Syndrome and is a fantastic hugger.  She just loves hugging.  So I try to always stop and hug her back.  During the service, she came in and sat between me and her dad, for a while she loved on her dad and then she leaned her head on my shoulder, so I leaned my head over onto hers, and she looked up at me with this big smile.  She reached around and gave me a shoulder hug, and then patted my head, and then rubbed my back for a few minutes.  I didn’t move the entire time because it just felt so good.  It was just simple, innocent affection, and it sent tingles up my spine.  If you don’t know what I’m talking about you need more hugs and back scratches. Human contact is so important.  That’s why I try and hug the kids when we go up to the orphanage.  These are just a few stories of some of the hugs I’ve given and gotten this past month, and why hugs are so imp...
4 comments
Read more

The Costs of Dehumanization

  Our friends, Marina and Ira, have family in Russia.   Not long after the start of Russia’s full-scale invasion, they spoke with those family members.   Those in Russia expressed their disgust that people in Ukraine were eating children.   Marina and Ira’s reaction was naturally surprise and horror.   In the early days of the war, back in 2014, state-controlled Russian news agencies had started to run a story about a young boy that had been crucified in Ukraine’s eastern territories.  The narrative was that this was what Ukrainians were doing to Russian speakers.  It didn’t take long for the story to be debunked.  But this was primarily outside of Russia, most people within Russia kept hearing this story, and stories like it. Over the years, the stories grew to the point where Russian citizens were hearing that Ukrainians were regularly eating babies.   This is why Marina and Ira were having this conversation.  They told their r...
Post a Comment
Read more

The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain: Why shopping is a pain in Ukraine.

I used to like shopping. I thought it was fun. I love closure, and so nothing was more satisfying than crossing items off a list. I enjoyed the experience of checking out new stuff, looking for bargains, and of course everyone knows that buying stuff feels good.   That was then. This is now. Shopping here is a pain. Let me explain (hey, I’m a poet and I don’t even realize it)! First, we don’t have a car. That means we are at the mercy of public transportation, and so we have to keep that in mind when choosing what store to go to. Is it close to a bus or metro stop? Do we have to transfer metro lines? When we lived in the city center, we were really close to two metro lines. We like this store called MegaMarket, and it was only a few stops away on the metro. So, we would grab our backpacks, walk a block to the metro, go down a ridiculously long escalator, then hop on a metro and ride a couple stops down.   Then we would walk a few blocks and there it was..…Megamarket! Second re...
4 comments
Read more