Ummm, I don’t really have any. The past few months I’ve been on cloud nine over this, a little bit of me thinking that I’ll wake up or I failed an assignment or something and I’ll be kicked off the team. But it’s reality to me now. Are we supposed to have expectations? Expectations of what? I’m really excited over this trip and June can seriously not come fast enough so I guess I expect that Romania will be amazing and that God will change all of our lives in the most radical way. Well, I know He will.
I’m not worried over anything or have any concerns about the trip–except that I probably won’t want to come back home and will have to be dragged screaming and crying to the airport. I won’t mind at all leaving my friends and family for a month, really I guess my only worry is that I’ll let Betsie get in the way of God working and like get in over my head–I have a way of doing that. But I got 217 days to pray about it so yeah.
