As I go on the World Race, I definitely am going with some expectations. Some exciting. Some nerve-racking. Some slightly scary. I expect to love my backpack more than I ever have. I expect to become a packing pro and master living with only a few possessions. I expect to try many new foods and probably not like them all. I expect to come to crave the American food that I take for granted now. I expect to make a huge dent in my bucket list. I expect to love my Chacos even more than I already do (if that is even possible). I expect to have to be more intentional than I ever have with family and friends at home in order to keep in touch. I expect to be challenged more than I ever have physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I expect to fall in love with multiple cultures and their people. I expect that I will come to hate flying, but master the art of sleeping on a plane in the process. I expect to observe the true joy of the Lord in people who have nothing, yet who are more joyful than the richest I know. I expect to see lives transformed by the Gospel. I expect that I will learn to depend on others more than I ever have. I expect for God to teach me to depend on him and seek him first for every need. I expect my definition of luxury to drastically change. I expect to see the Holy Spirit cross language barriers. I expect to have days where all I want to do is go home. I expect I'll have days where I want to stay forever. I expect that my life will be changed, and I'll come back a different person. I expect to live my life more by faith and less by sight. I expect to experience abundant blessing. I expect to see the Lord glorified through my work and my life. I expect that the World Race will be one of the most transforming experiences of my life if not the most. I expect that I will soon discover I have a very small idea of what to expect.
