I’m always a little weary of putting my expectations into
words, because I sort of hate being let down. But as I let my mind explore the
possibilities of the next year, I’ve been getting incredibly excited! Excited
because I know that while my expectations may not be fulfilled exactly, God is
going to provide so far beyond what I can dream up. Maybe my expectations will
seem kind of ridiculous in retrospect, but it’s fun to imagine the
possibilities. So here are a few of my expectations for my eleven-month journey
on the World Race…please do enjoy!
I expect to have some crazy hair days
To be dirty. And stinky. And not even feel bad about it.
To meet some ridiculously awesome people
To be happy with the state of my passport
I expect to ache for home, for familiarity
to miss my mom’s fried potatoes
to miss laughing with my best friends
to long for the hugs of my family
I expect to ache for my new homes all around the world
to have my perception of the world completely rocked
to get over my picky eating (maybe pray about this guys,
haha. No seriously though…)
haha. No seriously though…)
to be heart broken to see the injustice that I’ve
intentionally blinded myself to
intentionally blinded myself to
to grow deeper in love with the Lord
to read the Bible with a fierce new passion
to cry hysterically
to laugh hysterically
to get sick
to relinquish my tight grip on the many things I put before
God
God
to be incredibly blessed
to be a blessing to others
to love on orphans, encourage addicts, dance with gypsies
to learn to live in an Acts community
to pray
to learn boldness
to see hearts and lives changed
I expect my own heart and life to be so changed that I feel
out of place when I get home
out of place when I get home
