Let My Heart Be Broken...over & over again

I have a sweet friend who is in Awassa with my husband and my daughter. I have not met her in person...{yet!} but I share her heart.

Here is what she wrote:

What do you do when life isn't fair? And no, I'm not talking about when we don't get what we want when we want it...no, not our false sense of entitlement "unfairness".
No. I'm talking about little kids that have no home, have no family, don't even have a pair of shoes to wear.
What do you do when they cease to be a statistic and become a living, breathing, deeply feeling person, created by God?
What do you do when one of there precious children hug you so tightly that you wonder if he will ever let go?
What do you do when you realize that he is safer in your arms than he will be all night...safer than he's been in a long time?
What would you do as you watch him leave, not knowing if you will ever see him again, but knowing that he has forever changed you?
I wept.
I wept for this precious boy who deserves a family to love and care for him, a roof to keep him safe and dry, food to help him grow and an education to give him the future of his dreams.
I wept for myself, my desire to give him all this and more and the barriers that prevent me from giving him the life he should have.
I wept because life just isn't fair.

Deepens that desire to scream out: send me!