What is it about me that makes me so discontented with injustice in this world? Why do I cry for every broken heart, when I know I can't help them all?

I want so badly to help them all. To pour into their lives and let them know that they truly are loved. Every last reject. Every last outcast. Every last person who was put out by the world, who no one wants anymore.

I want to help them so badly, and I can't understand why no one else wants to do that. Isn't that what we're called to? To show love?


Why won't anyone else show love?