“I’ll be home for Christmas.”
There’s a hush to those words, isn’t there? They hold a gentle ache, a tender longing. Every December, when papers are graded, the last emails are sent, and the house finally falls quiet, we hear it again and again — ‘Are you going home for Christmas?‘
That question is so simple.
And yet it opens a door into a deeper hunger inside us.
A hunger for a home where we belong.
A home that feels safe and warm.
A home where we can breathe, be ourselves, and know we’re loved. Read More

Keith Anderson

