We woke this morning to a phone call from my sister, who was calling to tell us about the earthquake in Sendai, Japan.
In case you forgot (or didn't know!), Sendai is where my husband served a two-year mission. He has spent the morning gaping at live footage of the ocean slowly eating at the place he once called home.
I don't know if it's because I've never seen footage like this, or because I was there 13 months ago, or even because we've been looking at jobs in Japan, but this disaster is so devastating to me I can't stop thinking about it. The scene replays itself over and over in my mind. What will those people do? Where will they go, how will they eat? Is there anything we can do to help?
(According to Church Headquarters and the Humanitarian center, no. We called already.)
(But we'll keep trying.)