It seems just yesterday that another member of the group said to me, "Honduras is just 10 weeks away. Are you getting excited?" I answered yes at the time, but still felt it was off in the distance; there were many other things occupying my mind between then and the time we would be leaving. Little did I realize how soon I would find myself hearing, "It's six days away. Remember to....and be sure to pack..." Now, the enormity of the excitement for this adventure is settling in, and I find myself trying to steal away tiny quiet moments here and there throughout the day, in order to focus and mentally prepare for this mission. Why did I choose this, one might wonder. I think people have many and varied reasons for choosing to go on a mission trip. For me, I simply felt a need to go, and the timing in my life seemed to be just right. During a period when I felt that all I had once thought about life was lost, I was searching for new hope and needing new directions when the opportunity to go on this particular mission to Roatan, Honduras presented itself to me. And without a doubt, I knew this was what I was looking for. The people we would be helping know all about needing hope on a daily basis. I thought that if I could spread some hope, maybe I would gain some at the same time. Funny how when you think you've lost something, God shows up to point out that you must still have it if you find that you are still willing to give and share it with others...