Would it be cheesy to say I expect the unexpected? Seriously though, as I sat down to consider my expectations for the World Race I found that I had many more than I well,…… expected.
To be uncomfortable
To feel dirty, be dirty and smell dirty more often that I’d like to admit
To walk, walk and walk some more
To eat A LOT of rice. Brown, white, fried steamed, all of it.
To tackle my fears head on and feel the power of victory through Christ
To be confronted with strange new (and sometimes disgusting) foods AND to get sick of PB&J
To learn the true value of a clean bathroom
To grasp a basic understanding of multiple languages AND find myself mixing them up on several occasions
To form lifelong bonds and deep connections
To live consistently out of my comfort zone
To become a pro at sleeping on a bus, train, plane, van, ox cart or any other form of transportation we may use
To grow close to, dive into and rely on the word
To be surprised
To feel unsettled
To see joy on children’s faces and pain on others
To feel compelled. Compelled to help. Compelled to love. Compelled to serve.
To be reaffirmed of my invest in quality gear
To be consistently inspired
To be left speechless
To spend many hours, if not days, on a bus
To be overwhelmed by God, situations, people, love, truth, compassion, kindness and nature
To hate every piece of clothing I own by month 11
To work hard
To drink luke-warm beverages more often than not
To be pushed, challenged and evaluated critically by my teammates, all out of love.
And when all is said and done I expect to be changed.
