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No matter where you are, in a four bedroom home, or hotel room, home is where love is and not in the memory of where it used to be. This is what I had to learn to let go of. Yes, the memories with all of my children, the Christmas tree, the ornaments, shopping from the list of what each of them wanted for Christmas... these are memories I will forever cherish; but I allowed those same memories pierce me with sorrows, having lossed it all. If you can’t let go of what home used to be, how can you make home where you are? I am thankful that God enlightened me to this, this Christmas season, and I have found new healing, and new freedom to celebrate Christmas present. I don’t have the kind of Christmases I used to have in home; but what matters most is there is and always be, Christmas in my heart.