Countdown to Honduras

I am leaving for Honduras in a week.  I am a little paniced because I have not yet packed.  You see I pride myself in being a last minute packer.  It is a holdover from my trade show days when I could pack for a week an hour before I left for the airport on Sunday.  The hardest decision was deciding between the red/navy or black/grey wardrobes.  Packing for Honduras is not that simple.  As the handbook says, "It is more about what NOT to pack than what to pack."  I should have started packing ten weeks ago like my sister did but I will get it done.  I will be on the plane sans makeup, jewelry and hairdryer.  I will have all my Goodwill clothes washed, ready to wear and leave.  I will have a hat that will stay on my head during a 30 minute ride in the back of a truck.  I will have a borrowed camera not my D40 Minolta.  I will have my bug spray, Cipro, anti-dirrahea medicine, bandaids and Tylenol.  I will have my Bible and my journal.

But the most important thing I will pack is an open heart.  I plan to leave everything behind including a little bit of me.  I want to drink in the experience of helping people who really need the help but never ask for it.  I want the freedom to dance in worship with a bunch of strangers and a few good friends.  I want to feel a cold shower so I can appreciate a hot one.  I want to share an awesome trip with the two people who have known me the longest, my sister and brother.  Who cares if my hair is straight and I forgot the ?????  Seven days and counting.