Yeshua,
During this time of the year, I hear the sweet melodies of the so-called holidays; and despite their origin, I do think of You.
My heart does consider deeply our Home and how my son and I are still far from it.
You are all my Home and his too.
You are always my Home and always will be - as You fill my heart to receive and to know the inhabitants who do now dwell in villages without walls.
I miss You - I love You...Shaunté