I go to bed too late. Tick 28 things off my daily list. Balancing home, kids, marriage, ministry-precariously.
I toss and turn, dream heavy, most nights.
I have always loved causes. Justice. Robin Hood rescuers.
I have taken you with me…we’ve bought chickens and seed in Uganda, sponsored Compassion kids all over the world, sent hundreds of shoes to S. Africa, sent 250 pillowcase dresses overseas, 1000 cans of baby formula to Ethiopia, and 345 of you gave your money towards Mercy House in the last 4 months of 2010. (The list goes on…)
just a glimpse into my garage, medical items YOU’VE donated for Mercy House
When I started my blog, I started it for me. I still write every day-just me and the computer screen, finding out how I feel about something when it leaves my fingertips.
I love mercy.
But in doing so, every time I hit publish, I gamble with giving you compassion fatigue.
I read tweets coming out of the Blissdom blogging conference from a panel on just that topic. I bristled-from guilt and disagreement.
Today, I’m at the Idea Camp, learning and listening, tomorrow I’ll be talking about compassion fatigue.
And guess what? I get compassion fatigue-there’s always one more cause…
Bottom line for me: if I have occasional fatigue from all the awareness, how in the world do the poor feel? I imagine they are tired of living without a voice. I assume they worry over their babies dying from preventable diarrhea and about their daughters prostituting themselves for food.
Suddenly, my fatigue doesn’t seem very important.
So, I wrestle.
And I thank God you are in this struggle with me.