Sometimes I'm just in a certain kind of mood, and everything comes into my head in russian.
This week has been that way with me preparing a meal of ukrainian food for supper with our family small group last evening. It was such a joy to me to cook these favorites once again, I forgot how much I loved it.
I am very thankful to be where I am. I love my life. I love my church. I love my home. Still... I protect that part of my heart that is somehow forever translated into another place and time.




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