Today in school we wrote a poem and did some art based around Mos. It was a good way for the children to express some things.

I visited a friend this afternoon and took her to see her relatives. (It was supposed to be a visit of a couple of hours but it ended up being 6!) They're all refugees from Mos and it was good for them to get together and cry together. They're so worried about their sister and her family, still- as far as they know - in Mos. I got to read with them the account of Jesus raising the widow's son from the dead. I love Jesus' tender heart for the suffering in that story. And he hasn't changed!