Expectations of My Mission Trip

 

I don’t really know what to expect.

I’m excited, sad, nervous, scared, anxious, happy, giddy…it’s pretty much an overload of emotions.

I guess I expect things that I could never expect.

I expect to get sick…cause within a years time I usually get sick anyway.

I expect to be reminded, everyday, that it isn’t about me.

I expect that I will be humbled.

I expect that there will be moments…that I will remember for the rest of my life…and probably be home sick for later on in life…

I expect that I will cry.

I expect that I will laugh.

I expect that I will get tired; and hungry.

I expect that Jesus will show up in ways I have NEVER seen before.

I expect to depend on Him so much more than I do now.

I expect to miss people back home.

I expect that I will miss the Spanish language.

I expect to be scared.

I expect to miss milk.

I expect I will probably miss Taziki’s egg sandwich.

I expect I will, at times, miss communication with friends and family. (ie, phone, internet, letters, gifts…etc).

I expect to feel lonely sometimes.

I expect to live in community with lovers of Christ.

I (now) expect to grieve things. 

I expect to feel overwhelmed.

 

I expect….lots of other things that I probably won’t realize I expect until the expectations aren’t met…