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Thursday, 3 August 2017


Today I had the immense privilege of taking a young mum and her two school-age children to meet a couple of Syrian refugee families who have moved nearby. One of the children, James, had cleared out his toy box and wanted to give toys to one of the toddler boys. To watch the children play together was a gift – disparate ages, no shared language, but much mimicking, much joy and laughter and a little quiet watchfulness. Emily said it had been the best day ever.

It is more blessed to give than to receive. 

We stayed awhile. It’s hard to rush away because they also want to give. So we received tea, and some homemade sweet pastries Saaba had made this morning. We shared time, enjoyed staccato conversations and came away feeling blessed. I hope they did, too.

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