Filthy Rich

I am a filthy rich American and I'm tired of it. I have a dorm room full of stuff with still more stuff in my parents home. I want to give it all away. I do not want to replace it with just more stuff this Christmas. I honestly can't think of anything that I need. I wanted a new computer, but this one is working just fine.
I get sick to my stomach when I put on my nice new shoes and I see faces of children who have no shoes at all. I walk into the cafeteria surrounded with food, but I hear everyone (myself included) complain about the food. Why do we do this? We are so very spoiled. We are so rich, yet I can't seem to find it within myself to give to the poor. I consider ending my sponsorship of a little girl in Honduras every month when I balance my checkbook. WHy do I do this? Why don't I trust God with my finances? I look at my picture of Katherine and my heart breaks for her, yet breaks for me and my peers at the same time. She has so little, infact I just want to go give her my clothes. Yet, I receive her letters and they are filled with so much joy and concern about me. Each time she asks me about my health and how I am doing. We are so selfish. I AM SO SELFISH! With my money, my time, and my friends. My heart breaks for us Americans because we are consumed with stuff and not able to experience the joy that Katherine is experiencing in Honduras.
This is not ok. We need to be broken. I need to be broken. Maybe it takes having everything that I hold dear stripped away? Maybe the things that I find my indentity in need to be removed?