The Door

11 05 2011

Venice, Italy

Springfield, Illinois

Heidelberg, Germany

Croatian Island

Valbonne, France

Chiang Mai, Thailand

Valbonne, France

But when you pray, go into your room and shut the door
and pray to your Father who is in secret.
And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.

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.

Lord, ever more, give us this bread.

Celebrating the practice of Living Resurrection



12 responses

11 05 2011

What gorgeous photos, Jeanne. I love the imagery of connecting that verse with so many real-world, tangible doors.

12 05 2011

Thanks, Jane! I love photographing interesting doors, and the potential metaphors make them even more attractive to me. xo

11 05 2011
Ikea's Big Sister Heather

I love that I know several of those doors 🙂 ❤

12 05 2011

I love that you know them, too. And I love that I know you. 🙂

11 05 2011

Love those — everyone of ’em.

12 05 2011

Thanks, Karen!

12 05 2011

I love door photos! Especially the one with winding staircase and the one with the bread nestled in the corner. Beautiful, stunning visuals for a perfect message! You blessed me!

12 05 2011

Thanks! That staircase photo is a favorite of mine, too. 🙂

12 05 2011

So lovely, Jeanne…the photos, the Word, the images evoked in me. I think I might prop my door open just a wee bit tonight…maybe leave the porch light on 🙂

12 05 2011

Thank you, Laura. If you do leave the door open, I hope the perfect Guest pays you a visit. xo

12 05 2011
all shall be well

I love them all, especially the last one with the bread on the step…….manna for the day……….. 🙂

I also have a picture ofa door in Italy with a clothesline full of clothes above it in my house that I bought at a craft fair, I so want to open the door and see what is inside……
karen 🙂

12 05 2011

Ah, yes! Clotheslines in Italy! I loved them and took lots of pictures. And I, too, love that bread on the doorstep. Such a charming moment — small French village with fresh bread delivered in the morning. Perfect.

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