It is 5:45 in the morning. I have been awake for an hour. Every morning I wake at this time, hearing the morning call to prayer. It is both lovely and annoying. Yesterday at Mother Theresa's I sat with Moses for a bit. He is a young man of good intellect and he speaks excellent english. I had brought molding clay for the residents. Most had never seen anything of the sort. Some enjoyed the tactile element, others were delighted with the little creatures I made. Moses just squeezed it in his hands and then said to me, "We should all be like this (clay). We do not know what God wants of us. Sometimes one thing, sometimes another. We must be willing to be shaped into what he wants of us."