We were asked to write a blog about how we felt before leaving on this mission trip. Here is what I’m expecting…
I’m expecting to be pushed to a new limit…to be physically exhausted, mentally and emotionally drained, and just plain tired.
I’m expecting to get very dirty. I’m okay with that.
I’m expecting to eat things without knowing its identity. Not sure if I’m okay with that…
I’m expecting to get attached to the kids. It’s going to be very hard not to bring them home with me.
I’m expecting to learn what community really means. I’ve always tended to be more of a loner…so it’s going to be an adjustment. But I’m looking forward to learning how to depend on others, and have them depend on me.
I’m expecting to find freedom in simplicity.
I’m expecting to broken-hearted for the people I come into contact with. However, I’m also expecting to be inspired and gain hope from their perseverance.
I’m expecting to be overwhelmed by the vastness of this ministry. Eleven months, totally encompassed in service…few distractions…I know I’m going to hear from God. I know I’m going to be challenged spiritually. I’m not expecting it to be easy.
I’m expecting to be changed forever. Life will never be the same after this.
And I I’ve been invited with the Son
Oh, I I’ve been invited to come and
Believe the unbelievable
Receive the inconceivable
And see beyond my wildest imagination
Lord, I come with great expectations.
(Steven Curtis Chapman: Great Expectations)
