As I think about our upcoming trip, I wonder if I’ll meet God’s expectations. It’s not like my relationship with Sota. I know Sota always judges me as the perfect friend. I feed him, I exercise him, I wrestle with him, and I hug him often. It’s easy to know Sota’s feelings, even if he can’t talk.
Even though I have never been a perfect wrestler, it was easy to know if I met expectations on the wrestling mat. If the referee raised my arm in victory, I knew I had met expectations.
How will I know that I meet God’s expectations in Peru?
I know I am not the perfect ambassador for Jesus. Will God use me? I make mistakes and I still make bad choices. Is my faith deep enough? Will I fit in? My mom reminds me that the Disciples were far from perfect all of the time and did not always meet expectations. But God used them through their weaknesses.
I pray God will use me on this trip, and I meet his expectations!
