
Since last summer I've had this continuous aching in my heart to do something. I don't know what. I just know the feeling.
While at a conference last July, God laid orphans and immigrants on my heart. Since earlier this year the homeless have become a semi-continual thought. Now, I see this conference in September and my heart painfully aches to go.
I don't know what to do. I haven't been faithful with little. Why do I expect to become faithful if given more? I've barely spoken to my neighbors, much less gone to the other side of town (or the world) to serve people.
