Going Home for Christmas

In the midst of grading papers (just finished NT 1 exams and many more essays yet to mark), I think of home. Do I have a home, Lord? For You are my dwelling place. You said, "The Son of Man has no where to lay his head" and You know Lord that I am a sojourner with you. Like Ezekiel, the refugee prophet, I am always packing and on the move, moving my baggage from one place to another. Humanly, perhaps I can comfort myself that my exile is about to end and I will return home even as You commanded Jacob after his 20 years away, "Return to your home country and your kinsmen, for I shall be with you."