I just got up, haven’t even eaten breakfast, shaved, or showered yet.

     I awoke from another of those can’t get home dreams.  This one trying to get home on foot from unfamiliar territory.

     I am pretty sure as long as my two youngest remain alienated from me this place will never feel like home and I won’t get there until I die and these dreams will be with me the rest of my life.

     God forgives but sometimes people don’t.  The Bible tells me I should be content with God’s forgiveness, but that doesn’t stop the dreams or the longing for home.