3-2-1 Honduras Here I Come!

You can tell this is my first time getting ready to fly on a plane. I ask the silliest questions.
 "Um, is it alright if I take a notebook on the plane? Like, just in my hand? You know...to hold?" 
 "What about pens? Can you have pens on the plane?"

*Sigh*

But I don't really care, I'm beginning to get an oh-my-goodness-I'm-leaving-for-Honduras buzz. And I truly can't believe it's happening. I'm so proud of my parents, I don't know how they're going to do it. Having said a happy/sad goodbye to my oldest sister Mattea and my non-biological brother and sister Mikaela and Josiah as they leave for European adventures yesterday, I honestly don't know how they can say goodbye again. At least this is only for one week.

There won't be any communication however. Unless it's desperately needed..in which case there is a phone. But I don't want it to be desperately needed, so I really would rather that there isn't any communication. :-) As I lay in bed at night though I just can't believe how much I'll miss them. And then as I write about it in my journal I say to myself, "I can't wait to be back...because, I wonder what I'll be like. How will I have changed?" Is it wrong to expect a change? I mean...it seems like a rather big thing for me to do: go to Honduras for a week. And it's all centered around God. Seems like it's inevitable to escape a change when you've got all that going on. And I'm ready for it.

Well, not completely. My suitcase isn't fully packed yet. 

I have yet to visit my grandparents and say farewell to them. I also have to play the piano one last time for a whole week, practice some guitar chords just in case those "skills" will be needed during morning devotions and then I'll probably freak out and go into a packing frenzy stay cool and be like: "I'm totally doing this." And I'll pray. I must pray. By the way, is it not soo cool that we can communicate with God anytime and anywhere? You know who I'll be talking to during the flight? That's right: Jesus!!!!

I can't wait to see the green of Honduras. Whether it's rainy or sunny. I just want green. This whole trip came up rather suddenly. And I want to thank everyone that is praying for me and who has wished me a safe trip. I know I'll be safe, because I'll always have Jesus with me. 

Tonight I will be dropped off at my guardians house where my Twin (Corinne, also an adopted daughter of my guardians) and I will go crazy and stay up all night try and get some sleep till 1 o'clock in the morning when we'll take off for Canton. Once arrived at Canton we will meet the team and from there go down to New Jersey, where we'll board our plane around 8:45 and then....then...

It's Honduras.

My beloved Mom and I were talking about how it's so neat to see how different threads of my life have come together to weave the tapestry that's far from finished. Like, for example, how I have always enjoyed construction/landscape/painting from a very young age. My love for little children. How it's all been preparing me for this. And then I was thinking how last year, around this same time, I was obsessed with Honduras. For a different reason though. It did involve orphans though. In short, there was an opportunity to adopt three boys from Honduras whose parents had been murdered. We didn't get them, but I still think about them and pray for them. So I learned a lot about Honduras (mostly the bad parts though) while we went through that season of waiting. And here I am, going to that very country. Oh Jesus, what do You have planned for me?