Doors…

And the door opened and I was happy to see familiar faces…I was at my second home, the house of good friends.  You know, the kind of friends who become family.

Doors:  we all pass through them every day of our lives.  They are barriers we pass through to enter work, home, a place to talk to our God.  They protect us.  They keep our privacy.  Yet, we open and close them without finding their purpose fascinating!  I blame this on the fact that most doors are too plain to admire; too plain for us to give a thought about them.

Here in the Middle East, I have found doors that come in all shape and sizes…more sizes than shapes, in fact.  I’ve passed some really tiny ones, and some so tall I feel very small!

It’s almost hard to ignore them, the Arabian doors.  I look at them with amazement, these art pieces that hide behind them human life, human history, and a place for us to rest our tired souls and bodies.

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If only this door could talk..

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A door that once was, yet it’s frame was decorated with sea shells!

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A door long gone…

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A door leading to a place of rest…

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A tired door…

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A aged door…engaged 😅