The general sentiment in the country right now is one of restlessness. Today alone as I talked with different neighbors, I got a taste for how hard it really is to be here. One neighbor, while laughing, yelled at me that I should not be here since I actually have the option to get out. How do you express joy to be here when all they want to do is leave? The government has not paid any of its workers in 3 months. This is somewhat normal for them to get behind, but the people are already experiencing so many shortages and with the rise of refugees and ISIS on the borders, the people are feeling like caged animals. The restlessness that could easily break out into anger. The local children started school for a few days, only to have a holiday (the Feast of Sacrifice), followed by the teachers deciding to strike since they haven’t been paid. They are now on their 2nd week of striking. Everyone wants out!There is a general lie circulating that if they can just get out of this country, life will be so much better. The restless feeling leads to the hopeless feeling. If you don’t have money to get yourself smuggled out of here or a really compelling story, you are stuck. They often say “Chi beam?”, which means, “What can I do?” It makes me mad, because this is a feeling of defeat and giving up. This is a feeling straight from the enemy. An arrow that targets their hearts and creates paralysis. They cannot think of a better solution than leaving, so they are ready to quit. What can we possibly do in the face of all this? We have no sway politically. We don’t have millions of dollars to solve everyone’s needs. We do have 5 loaves and 2 fish and we are willing to share. We have no idea how Father could possibly multiply our meager amount, but we BELIEVE he can (and will). So, we are all in! We want to be a part of whatever he is doing. Think what the boy with 5 loaves and 2 fish would have missed out on if he had decided that it was too little and not worth sharing! You know there were other people in the crowd with a few loaves and fish in their cloaks and they didn’t share. Think of the sadness they must have experienced on missing the joy of sharing. They still got to partake of the miracle, but not in the same way.