Expecting. What am I expecting?
I’m expecting to feel uncomfortable at times, to feel vulnerable, to feel as if all of my selfishness is totally uncalled for in comparison to what we will be seeing, to feel God’s presence like I’ve never felt before, to grab a hold of an opportunity to serve, to have it not be about me, and to love like I’ve never loved before this.
I can’t wait (even though I must) for the moment we step off the plane into Africa. I want to have my eyes opened to a world that many people don’t ever get to see. I don’t ever want to be someone who complains about the world and the problems we face, to be a cynic, yet has never actually seen the world. I want to see pain, and be God’s hands to help and heal it. I can’t wait to be moved, to get close to the people on our team, and to pray harder than ever.
But I hope that what I see, feel, and learn from Swaziland remains part of me forever. I want to be someone who comes back so alive that people question where I’ve just been. I want to inspire someone else to go on a mission trip. All in all, I’m expecting a lot. Yet, I know there will be things that happen and things that don’t, and God will be there in the midst of it all.
