My Feet Are In America, My Heart Is Still In Ukraine

After a never ending “day” that started at around 11 am Sunday (Ukraine time) and ended around 11 pm Monday night (Atlanta time), Tuesday morning finds me snuggled in a comfortable bed outside of Atlanta and awaiting the next three weeks of family, friends and food as we celebrate the upcoming Christmas holiday.

This morning in my jet-lagged 5:30 a.m. state, to wake up in a city that is not protesting and in a state of continual uncertainty and high tension, is an undeniable blessing. It is a blessing I have ALWAYS taken for granted because until recently I had no grid for what that would even look or feel like in reality. And I know that in many ways, I’m on the outside looking in. I may live in Kyiv and call it home, but I don’t pretend that it means or feels the same for me as it does for my Ukrainian friends and families.

But as I snuggle in bed with a warm cup of coffee, my thoughts are continually on Ukraine and prayers for the safety of her people and for justice to be seen within her borders. Tensions seem to be mounting with bomb threats closing metro stations, downtown surrounded by special forces and constant attacks on media outlets.

The events on Maidan a week and a half ago changed the game, so to speak. Yes, there is still  Ukraine’s desire to join the EU, but it has become much larger than economics. It has become a cry for freedom from corruption and violence and a people struggling to have a future hope.

I hope to write more later, when I’m a little more clear-headed, but for now I simply want to assure you that I’m safely in America and to again ask for your prayers for Ukraine.

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