we miss you all
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upon arrival while waiting in line at the immigration gate,
my fourteen year old asked, "Why are we here?"
to that i answered, "We are home."
He said, "This is not my home."
"Son, you were born here." I said matter a factly.
"Home is where your heart is." My seventeen year old said to his brother and my fourteen year old agreed with that.
i certainly hope that they all will find their hearts at home with The father above with all the challenges ahead of us.
someone is crying Lord, kumbaya
as soon as the plane took off this morning
as soon as one lay his head down in a strange place,
someone cried into his baseball cap the first half of the plane ride
someone cried into his pillow at the wee hour
and wonder if one can survive 'till we see you all again