A few months ago, when Paul, a missionary friend of mine, was visiting my students to talk about Haiti, I wrote this:

 ”I keep making promises to myself that I’m not sure I can cash in on.  I want to travel out of the country not to vacation, but to make a difference.  I think I’ve been cursed with my father’s wandering spirit but my grandfather’s generous heart.  I promised Jennifer that our first trip out of the country would be together, but I don’t know how she would feel about travelling to a country that is dangerous or poor in order to help those in need.  I would want to bring the girls along, to teach them about other cultures and the importance of giving.”

I found this picture that just intensified these feelings.  It was taken in 1994 by Kevin Carter.  The caption says it all:

famine-child.jpg

The more I think about it, the more I wonder if I would even have the strength to handle seeing such a situation.  But it’s good to know that I would want to help, if I could.

I know, I’m being crazy-emotional again.

Until later– “There’s no turning back now that you’ve opened up to your mind.”