Hey everyone,
I’m sitting in Panera with a big sandwich in my hand, complaining about the cold breeze that’s coming through the entrance. I ask myself what my expectations are getting launched into the world with only God keeping me sane. I expect what I’m feeling right now to be the most comfortable feeling I’ll have in a long time. I expect my life to be transformed from privledged to a strong humbleness. My hope is that I may at least have a glimpse into the transformation that Moses took when he left a life of privledge and discovered the living God in the wilderness. I expect to be stereotyped a stubborn American, get persecuted for my beliefs, get sick, feel lost and love every minute of it. I expect that my trust in God will be the only thing keeping me going. I expect to develop deep friendships with amazing Jesus followers. I expect my current worldview will be destroyed by the time I come back to the states. I honestly don’t know what to expect and that’s why I’m so excited to go on the world race. I’m taking the plunge with only my faith to guide me. My expectations for the world race are in essence that my footsteps become increasingly closer and more intune with Jesus’.
