I’m not really sure what to expect on the World Race. I’m sure to be a little nervous when boarding the plane, saying goodbye to loved ones and leaving with just a couple bags.
After all, for the next 11 months, I won’t have a single place to call home…
BUT I think I will come to realize even more than now that HE is my home, and that I am home wherever He is.
I know that I will grow and change.
I expect that I will cry tears of joy and tears of sadness.
I expect my heart to be totally awestruck by the presence of The Lord, how He will take care of us and work in the hearts of us and the people we are going to serve.
I expect to see miracles and the lost saved.
I expect to be stretched in ways I never thought possible.
I expect that I will make new life-long friends who are just crazy about Jesus and full of life.
I expect to face hardships, as well as embrace crazy, full-of-laughter never forgettable moments.
I expect that my heart will become so broken for the lost that I will never be able to live the same complacent, comfortable life anymore.
This will probably be the most exciting, difficult, amazing, life-changing year of my life thus far. No matter what it turns out to be like, God is in it! He has called me to go, and there’s no safer place to be than in His will.
