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.