I have no idea how many trips or miles it was this year.

I know we were in Branson 6 times, including once for 2 weeks. I know we were in Nashville more than 6 times. Plus we were gone for a month this fall.

I think it might be safe to say that we were away more than we were “home.” (<<–quotations intended : )

There’s also been that small act of putting our house on the market – 7 months ago. It hasn’t sold yet, so when we put up our Christmas decorations, we had some extra unpacking to do. Whatever little voice told us we’d spent our last Christmas in this house in 2009 – whether a Holy Spirit whisper or our own hearts – the plan seems to have changed.

The good news is, wherever we are together, we are home…whether in this 4 bedroom house with too much space or the 400 square foot bus; whether tooling up and down 65, setting up base in a parking lot, or being here on my couch, watching the news before everyone else gets up.

Prior to arriving home, a few days earlier than expected, Wednesday, we had our nearest miss ever. Rod is going to be writing about it, but all I can say is how grateful I am that our family has been kept safe and healthy this year. We know many people who haven’t been able to say the same, and our hearts go out to them.

We have two weeks left to celebrate the Advent and the greatest gift of all. I plan to spend much of that time in this version of home, enjoying the lights, watching the movies, drinking coffee, and holding the door open wide for family and friends.

Take a bus, take a train
Go and hop an aeroplane
Put the wife and kiddies in the family car
For the pleasure that you bring
When you make that doorbell ring
No trip could be too far …

Oh there’s no place like home for the holidays,
‘Cause no matter how far away you roam,
If you want to be happy in a million ways,
For the holidays,
You can’t beat home, sweet home.
For the holidays,
You can’t beat home, sweet home.


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