I have often struggled with doing the mission work that we do in Mexico and then coming back to a privileged American middle class life. I am constantly waring between two worlds and trying to reconcile them. How do I leave people with dirt floors and walk on polished tile floors in my home and not have a heart that is changed? I must be filled with compassion to act on their behalf and more than just three months out of the year. How come I have what I have? I can only know that it truly is not mine and what God has given me...I pray I can turn it into a blessing for someone else.

I came to the conclusion that I am Paris Hilton... a rich girl who spent some time in the slammer who is vowing to prove that her time in jail has changed her. I cannot judge her...I just want what I think she wants now...to make a difference in someone's life.

Caleb and I keep thinking of a quote from a really bad movie "The Day After Tomorrow"...

"What can we do?"

"Save as many as you can..."

Although from what I have experienced, the poor are not begging to be rescued from poverty, though yes, they need help... in a very strange way we are saving each other... and helping each other have a better life.