Privileged. Confused. Irritated. Joyful. Lost. Helpless. Skeptical. Light-hearted. Proud. Humbled. Congested. Thankful. Tired. Emotionally drained. Heartbroken.
These were fifteen out of the many emotions that I’ve felt during my week of orientation in Chicago for YAGM. All entirely different from each other, and none of which I thought I’d feel getting on my plane to Chicago. I’ve come to realize that my YAGM experience is not going to be entirely exciting with a few bumps along the way, like I thought it was gong to be. I’m going to be pressed to my wits end. I’m going to be faced with the fact that this world “isn’t fair” multiple times over. I’m going to have to come face-to-face with my white, American, small town privileged self probably more times than I can count.
BUT thankfully, this year I’m going to receive grace. Grace from myself, from my sending community, from my host community, and from God.
And that is something to be excited about because, friends, everything is always subject to change.