on being open.

i am quite certain that God has a rather extensive education in architecture... aside from being the Architect of the Universe, He has pretty good taste in fenestration. when a window closed, God opened a pair of gorgeous french doors right in front of me. huge, beautiful doors. i feel as if i'm going running through those doors, straight into the pool {fully clothed, of course!} squealing & arms flailing!

i need to scream something appropriate: cowabunga? geronimo?! taking suggestions now...

{image from here.}

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