We were asked to write a blog about how we felt before leaving on this mission trip. Here is what I’m expecting…
I’ve been compiling a list of expectations for this trip since day 1. And truly I don’t know what to expect because I’ve never been on a mission trip, I’ve never been out of the country, I’ve never been away from home for more then a few weeks, but here’s what I’m expecting for myself…
· I know I’ll miss home: my family and friends, the convince of American living (which I’m sure will come only in bursts of loneness.)
· My heart to be broken for the lost and forgotten.
· To be used by God in such an awe-inspiring fabulous fantastic amazing awesome way that I can’t even imagine.
· To come home completely unrecognizable.
· To grow mentally, physically, spiritually. To pray in my spirit like never before.
· To know God better then I’ve ever, to rely on Him in ways I didn’t think possible.
· To wish tomorrow would just get here, or wishing for the day to last just a little longer.
· For my emotions to fly. Especially excitement and nervousness.
· To make lifelong friends.
· To see hope restored, love offered freely.
· To laugh hard and cry harder.
· My family expects me to take loads of pictures.
· To be lost, discouraged, afraid, uplifted, restored, joyful, mystified.
· To see miracles happen, extraordinary healings.
· To trip, fall, bruise, use all my Band-Aids, cut myself, pull a muscle, some shape and form hurt myself just by walking, poke myself in the eye, whack myself in the head, bleed.
· Learn a great many things about myself and my teammates.
· To be encouraged, and encourage others.
· To rely on God’s time and not the time of my second hand.
Dude, that’s a lot. Putting it to words makes me even more excited!!! Exciting exciting exciting…
