Expectations of My Missions Trip

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,

 To be in a place of deeper need and dependence before Him,
I expect to find joy in that place.

I expect to be uncomfortable often; physically, mentally, spiritually,

To be stretched, and then stretched some more.
I expect to see the Word come alive over and over.

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,

Break chains, make all things new,
And triumph radically over darkness.

I expect to see poverty and injustice and abuse,

Homelessness, prostitution, oppression,
Abandoned and hurting children,

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 healing. I expect miracles.
I expect loneliness, I expect community.

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.