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faith at the door

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. (Rev 3:20)

Welcome to my world :)

narrow doors

I took a new banner photo back in July when hubby and I went to visit his parents in their summer cabin in Merikarvia, about 200 km north of here.

This isn’t the cottage itself, but the outhouses opposite.
I remember spending a week up there painting the walls, doors and frames. It was hard work, but also loads of fun. We were covered in paint, (me more than him), ate the food with more enthusiasm than usual, and crawled wearily but very contentedly into bed each night after having a sauna.

I have a thing about doors!
They intrigue me!
Behind them lies the unknown; sad secrets, hidden lives. There is pain and joy, laughter and tears, and a world of wonderful surprises.

Scripture says that Jesus comes knocking. He wants to have fellowship, and eat with us. The question is: Do we dare to open our door to Him?

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