In Santo Domingo we were getting our bags at the airport and another of the 100 or so aid workers that were on our plane said to me and my firends "well good luck and give them heaven!" (as a posed to "give them hell", hey I didn't get it at first either). I thought it was so appropriate for that day to keep that thought in my head, I'm supposed to help others find the abundant life I found. And I believe I did in some ways, and it feels great. You don't sleep much, and some days you go without food for 8+ hours just becuase your busy, and sometimes when you do get time to eat you can't because the restaurant ran out of food because there are so many American, Boivian, Canadian, Dominican, etc, doctors and church groups...besides the inconvenience just think how good a problem that is. So many decided to give and some went because they could. A friend of mine, who I lost touch with when we left Georgia for Ireland last August met me the night before I left and handed me a envelope with the money he and his young family wanted to give to me for supplies and on those in Haiti. I didn't open it until he was gone and I was buying mosquito netting. When I did I was moved and almost cried. I know this guy doesn't have much so to see so much given I could see his passion and heart was in my hands. Jesus brought attention to the widow who gave all she had, 2 small coins. 

In Jimani, Miguel and I were singing (in Creole!) and praying with a group of refugees. I asked God to "meet everyone of their needs", I very clearly heard a whisper that said "You meet their needs".

If we don't respond who will? I think the response from most Americans has been great, very generous. But is that it? It's between you and God. Not anyone else. What is HE asking of you?