From Ira Kapitonova traveling from Kyiv (Day 628):
The Lord is my strength and my shield;
in him my heart trusts, and I am helped;
my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him.
Psalm 28:7
My brain refuses to accept that I am away. In a crowded place, my first thoughts were, “What if we need to evacuate? Where is the nearest bomb shelter?” Safety is something we don’t notice and something that won’t come easy to us in a long time.
And it’s not just about safety or some trigger sounds. Every street corner seems familiar, as if I am in Ukraine. My brain “recognizes” something that looks like my favorite places in Ukraine, cities we haven’t visited in a long time because of the war. I wonder if that’s how many of our refugees feel, being away from familiar places or having lost a familiar place forever.
Meanwhile, Russian forces once again shelled Kherson. One of the city hospitals was hit, and an ambulance and cars were destroyed. Three people were killed, and another 15 were injured.
Lord, when will it end?
Voice of Ukraine 