Reporting from Ukraine

It's 7:11, Sunday morning. I'm up reading, texting my son in NYC, and just hearing of a son, husband, and father in Ukraine, where it is snowing, sitting in his hotel room, waiting to adopt a little girl, and bring her back to her home in Fayetteville AR to meet her three year old, and one year old sister and brother. Life is strange. Life is small. Life is more and more bizarre it seems, as the world grows smaller and seemingly colder.

Yet, "life is in the blood." That's what Leviticus tells us. The passion, the ability, the divine spark--it's in our blood, mysterious as it seems, and is.

How are you doing with your life? Given by someone else, and purchased anew by Someone else. I'm hoping these thoughts from Ukraine make your world seem again bigger than it does right now, or smaller than it does right now--that you might ponder your way, and your life--be purposeful with your paths and your prayers.

Shalom, Dwayne