Without a home . . .March 1, 2021

On one hand, this is sweet and delightful to watch. On the other, it's hard and sad to watch, because people like me have no "home." My parents were immigrants and I've never been to their home towns, which were bombed into oblivion during WWII. My husband and I have had to move around so much for work and family needs that six states in this country have been "home" yet none of them feel like it. We wander, without roots, wishing we had places to take our children back to yet having no place, then also again realizing it was God who sent us wandering and has assured us, "Wherever you worship me shall be your home."