As I sit here and actually imagine myself overseas, it is hard to even grasp the reality of it. It seems so surreal to me. I picture us serving, building, and touching lives that have never been touched before. Honestly, I have never been on a mission trip so I have absolutely no idea what to expect.
I believe my spiritual expectations lie in the hands of God. I expect more from Him than I do me. I do expect God to be with me at all times. I do expect God to work in the midst of rubble. I do expect God to show me gratefulness. I do expect God to use me as a true servant. I do expect God to show mercy in troubled lives. I do expect God to show grace to those who don’t deserve it; to show His love to those who need it; to show his hands when people doubt; to work in us racers just as much as he works in the lost lands; to reveal his power to the people that are powerless; to show the poor that there are riches; to show the children that they are His; to show the dying that there is life; to show the mothers that there is hope; to show the teens that there is more; to show the sick that there is healing; to show the weak that there is strength. I expect God to pour out his love on this world.
My physical expectations of the trip are quite a bit simpler. They include:
vTears
vStruggles
vJoys
vWeakness
vStrength
vSadness
vHappiness
vSpiritual Growth
vStanding in awe
vComing back to the US with a different outlook
But most importantly a life-changing experience because Jesus Christ called me to be one of His that tells the world about Him.
