I’m a little disappointed in how long it has taken me to write this last assigned post. The thought of blogging makes me feel overwhelmed, so I’ve avoided it, and I’m attempting to get it together and be more consistent, please pray for me. Here’s what I’m expecting of my missions trip.
I expect to be broken,
To be less content with the temporal,
And more set on the eternal,
For my heart to be brought lower and lower before the Lord,
I expect to see more of who the Lord is,
To have false images of Him shattered,
To see Him in His glory and power and goodness,
To have my hands trained for war, and my fingers for battle.
I expect to see Jesus light up dark places,
And triumph radically over darkness.
I expect to see poverty and injustice and abuse,
I expect the Lord to share His heart with me,
I expect specific words from His mouth,
To hear His voice, and to learn to hear His voice more clearly.
I expect to see Satan look like an idiot when the Lord
Makes what is dead come to life with a word from His mouth,
Or touch from His hand, or His children walking in His authority
And loving with His love, claiming what belongs to Him to be His indeed.
I expect more than what I’m expecting, because Jesus is more than what I know of Him.
