Looking back, it was foolish of us to hope against hope…but by God’s providence and the help of God-sent friends, did everything work out…though not quite how we would have liked it but at least better than what might have been the case…

Home is where the heart is…and the family’s heart is still in Seria…which is why, crazy and illogical as it is, they’re insisting that we celebrate Christmas Eve (mass is at 11.30pm!) and Christmas Day (mass is at 9am!) there. By the time we return on the wee hours of Christmas Day, we’ll have to go back again…Home-less for Christmas… :S

And the family is not even complete – 1 bro is still in Seria, staying with friends, absolutely unliking the idea of staying here in Bandar. :/ In consolation, at least we’re all still in the same country and although far, it is still reachable…Praise the Lord for sending me to work here 2 years ago…

And I thank God that inspite of this trying time, at least we still have a roof over our heads…

Where do you hang your stocking
in your little cardboard home
which you have insulated
with some discarded foam?

Even if you had a chance
and it was given you for free
where underneath your bridge
would you put your Christmas tree?

How does it feel to hold your
“will work for food” sign
as most people drive by
to go home where they dine?

Do you wonder at the people
and think it is so odd
they ignore your desperation
while arguing about God?

Do you know you’re like Jesus
and he was just like you?
There is no room in the inn
so he was homeless too.

– Larry R. Linville

Come to think of it, this might be the closest feeling to Christmas the family would ever experience – very close to feeling what Joseph and Mary must have felt, that first Christmas, when there is no room for them at any Inn…