Wish I Knew...

How can you so intensely care about people you don't know?  Why do I have such a burden for faces that I have yet to meet?  Why has God placed this burden on my heart, but has yet to show me what to do with what I feel?

Reading blogs about others working in Haiti, selling Haitian jewelry for people I don't know, and in general hearing the word "Haiti" pop up several times of day--all cause my heart to ache.  Part of me wants to just shut the door and walk away.  But God won't let me.

So I wait.  Impatiently today.  Frustrated.  Heart heavy.  Mind confused.