Immigrants, poor, homeless, desolate, sick, addicted, angered… My Beloved children.  They go about faceless to the world.  They are consumed by grief, but who sees?  I see!  I know all.  There is nothing out of My reach, nothing beyond My grasp.  It is for you and for all to help when able.  But you cannot consume yourself in trying to help.  You must keep yourself filled.  Love your children, raise them to love themselves.  From their own filled selves, they will be able to go out into the world and help those in need as best as they, too, are able.