A House in a Week

I am leaving for Honduras in a day. The packing is done. The last minute motion sickness medicine has been bought. The "to-do" list is almost done. My sister and I had lunch today and visited with our mom in the nursing home. We told her that her three children were heading out on a missions trip to Honduras on Saturday. She and my dad were there on a missions trip in 1979. We are not sure she understood us but we felt good about telling her.

My sister asked me if I could even know how the woman in Honduras is feeling today knowing that in a week she will have a new home, one with a concrete floor. Honestly, I can't. I lived the first four years of my life without an indoor bathroom but I was too little to really care. I have never lived without electricity. I have certainly never lived on a dirt floor. I cannot even imagine such a thing. By this time next week, I will have a picture of that woman and her new house. I am hoping that by this time next week I will understand just a little bit how she feels.