It’s hard to put into words what my expectations are because really, I have no idea what the next year will be like.
But here’s my attempt:
I expect to be broken.
I expect to be used.
I expect to learn a whole new way to love.
I expect to learn about community.
I expect to fall in love with the people I meet.
I expect to be stretched beyond my imagination.
I expect to have fun.
I expect to laugh a lot.
I expect to cry probably just as much.
I expect to see God working in miraculous ways.
I expect to begin to understand the way that God wants us to live.
I expect to be homesick and to miss my family and friends, but at the same time not be ready to come back to America when the race ends.
I expect to rely fully on God and to see what that really means.
I expect to grow.
