In ten months and seven days it will be July 1st. That month I will embark on an adventure greater than I can even begin to wrap my human mind around. For so long this 11 month trip has just been something that I talked about. Now it's a reality. The one true expectation that I have from this trip is to come back to America radically changed. I know for a 100% fact that this is going to be challenging. Really challenging. I hate bugs. I'm a relatively picky eater. I enjoy a nice, warm, comfy bed just as much as the next person. But we are not called by God to be comfortable. We have an extremely minimal time here on earth before we spend eternity in paradise. I am willing to give up 11 months of my comfortable American life to live in the dirt and smoosh millions of spiders and roaches with my shoes (granted there will be squeals of fear that correlate with the death of the large and frightening bugs). As of right now I don't have a specific, pinpointed expectation of what's going to happen on this trip. All I know for sure is that I will never be the same. And I'm certainly ok with that.
An overall expectation I have is for as many people as possible to meet Jesus for the first time. There is just something about the feeling you get when you watch someone who is lost become found. It wrecks you. I know that many people will be impacted in Asia, Europe and Africa with the work that our team does. The Lord is going to use us. I expect a level of persecution because of people's unbelief. But that's another challenge to pray through.
Finally, I expect to have the most fun I have ever had. And with a group of total strangers who I am bound to fall in love with. This trip will be unforgettable and I truly can not wait.
