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Packing day was stressful for me. I couldn't get stuff where it needed to fit. I couldn't get weights right. Everyone on my team wanted me to do something different, and half the stuff I didn't know how to do. I got a letter from a friend which helped a lot, but mostly that day wasn't good. I ended up knowning most of the weights of things from memory. The next morning it was kinda my job to send equiment to the counter as it was gonna get checked in. I was watching the equipment, the scale, the ticket counter, and praying like I've never prayed before that ALL the equipment we needed would go. The weights I saw were correct. Which meant our 51 lb JBLs would be in trouble. Chris tried a JBL on the scale out front, it read 50. then 50.5. Woo, that was some hope. God didn't stop there, when it came time for the JBLs (which weigh the SAME amount) the first was 49.5 lbs! The second one is what make me know it was a miracle. The second weighed 48 lbs. The two were within half a pound of each other the day before. There's no reason to have that big a difference. Coming home they both weighed 50.5 lbs. When we got to Honduras God kept teaching me how to constantly be in prayer. We had to check all our equipment before leaving customs. THe first 13 bags checked out 100% fine. The next 10 bags.... didn't even show up. They were still in the US. I just had to walk away and go pray. At first I was feeling useless (without my equipment I didn't have a job). But God worked me through that to a point where I could start making contingency plans and get what we had working somehow. God is good, and God provides (thank you Joe).