I try not to create specific expectations for too many situations in my life. Usually what I expect doesn’t come close to what actually happens, so it’s better to be open for the surprise. I think the World Race is going to be a year open for crazy 
randomness. But there are a few things I expect…
I expect many uncomfortable moments when I will have to stop hiding behind the walls I keep up.
I expect to cry (which in itself is hard to admit since very few people actually ever see this phenomenon).
I expect for my hardened heart to break for people, cities, countries.
I expect asking myself “Why in the world did I come on this trip?”
I expect to miss the crazy, adrenaline-filled, organized chaos of the ER.
I expect to fill up many, many journals. (If I used 3 journals for 5 weeks in Europe…hopefully I can keep it to less than 30 for this trip).
I expect to have some of the greatest times of my life that will be absolutely impossible to describe.
I expect to stand in awe of what God can do through people who are willing to be used.
I expect the creation of deep friendships with random strangers.
I expect to know God’s heart in a deeper way than I can possibly imagine.
I expect throwing away at least one pair of shoes because they smell so bad.
I expect God to use this trip in a thousand different ways to mold my life into what He wants it to be.
I expect a fire to start burning in my life that will never be quenched.
I expect direction.
I expect to drown in the grace God has already given me but I hardly realize now.
I expect to come back a radically different person.
