for anyone who has ever asked,"Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night?"

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Every time I phone home, Dad asks if I’m coming home tomorrow. I realize this is mostly the result of the trauma, but there is also something wrong with me being so far away. It’s as though I am supposed to be home. And so, patiently, he waits for me to come. Although the reality is that he has no control of the situation, and his only option is to wait. Advent has been a more difficult season than usual this year. It is supposed to be a season of waiting, but also one of ant