As I’m getting ready to resume filling out letters and envelopes I realize I’ve learned a few things. 1) I have awful address handwriting. Really, the bigger I write the worse it gets. 2) 250 is a lot of letters 3) God is in control of the outcome of each. I may get sore hands, paper cuts (or worse- paper cuts on my tongue), or that nasty glue taste in my mouth for days, but I am reminded that this trip is in God’s hands. These letters are in God’s hands and He will guide them, and only He knows how each one will affect the person reading it.
Also, as I sit here at work, my mind wanders to the expectations I have for this trip. What are they? What do I expect?
I expect:
That my heart will be opened, broken, freed, hidden, filled and emptied many times over.
To be loved, hated, ignored, praised, embarrassed, and a hundred different feelings I’m sure I’ve never known.
That I’ll be dirtier than any child in a mud puddle.
That God will make a family out of strangers and use them to change a world for His glory.
God will reveal and be revealed in ways I would never imagine.
God will provide over abundantly more than we could ask or think.
There will be healings, miracles, hearts changed, lives undone and the remade…on both sides
We will be ministers and and ministered to.
I definitely expect God to do something big through these next two years, but not just because of the World Race, because He is a big God and has many plans for me.
I’m sure there are many more things I could say, but there are many more days to say them. May God’s Name be lifted higher than any other!
Through Christ,
Brooke
