I didn’t expect so much.
I sat down to a conversation with a knowledge that something would happen, something was changing.
I got offered a job-role of a lifetime. A chance to live out things I never expected nor dreamed to.
I live in a vineyard, in a country more beautiful than I could imagine, I work for a man who lives out a vision seen, a purpose so real and so inspired, a life in which God is the only way and only focus.
I wake up and get challenged by who I am surrounded by every day.
6 years ago I moved to a city called Sheffield.
I thought I would do university, get married, work for church and support my husband in that.
I didn’t expect the relationship to end.
I didn’t expect to stay in Sheffield.
I didn’t expect to come to Romania for 10 days one March.
I did not expect to move here.
My expectation was so small. So tiny and boxed in compared to where I am now.
In 6 years I changed and moved and moulded into something beyond my expectations, beyond my dreams.
I boxed in me, I boxed in God.
I live a life so beyond my expectations.
I forget so easily how incredible it is here.
Today was not one of those days.
The people here are people who I adore; they give me hope and challenge and courage.
God pushes me off mountains and provides me with the wings to then fly.
This reality is so far beyond my expectations.