I look around the room and see so many faces.
We are all different.
All unique in our own ways.
Yet we are all the same.
We are most likely feeling the same emotions through each day.
We miss our loved ones; we miss our families.
We want a visit, we miss home.
We are happy to be healthy and alive. Thank you, God.
Why can’t I get out of jail before the holidays?
Why is this happening God?
Find your purpose.
Count your blessings.
We are all loved.
We are all special.
Thank you, God.
Merry Christmas ~M
