I've written this blog in my mind about a thousand times. Not once did it ever sound great enough to post. Then I remembered that I went to school for fashion and textiles, not journalism (PTL). So you can't expect this to be great…which leads me to my topic…
EXPECTATIONS!
I thought about how to start telling you about my expectations for this trip….
Should I start with the small ones?
Like how I expect to get over my picky eating habits.
Or should I go with the big ones?
Like how I expect to have the bible memorized (ha) after this is over with.
Or maybe I'll tell them a crazy expectation about God healing.. right in front of my eyes!
How about a funny expectation about the days I will want to rip my hair out…and the other days I'll want to rip my teammates hair out..and the other days I'll want to rip a complete strangers hair out.
Can't forget the warm, fuzzy expectation about my team becoming a strange, beautiful family.
Or the one [we'll call it the wild card] where I expect my friends and family at home who aren't believers to come to know Christ through this horribly written blog.
Or what about those expectations we world racers all pretend we haven't thought about once, that we'll be super Christians when we come home.
I really, really want to tell you all of them! The ones about baptizing new friends, being so broken I could throw up, crying my face off, anxiety like I've never felt, complete change in me…
but let me be honest, I couldn't write this blog the first time because these expectations change daily, just like shifting shadows and unlike my Father [James 1:17 NIV, go read. now]. And just recently, I was finally able to dump these selfish expectations. Thank you, God. With the exception of one =] So what..I'm a sinner, if it's not one thing, it's another.
Ready for Expectations, the remix?
I expect to get 110% uncomfortable…so that, I can get comforted. Over and over again.
dang, heard that.
