and now for the less cryptic version of a story

Well here I am to inform you of a really big change. I’m leaving Mercy Ships. I’ve been with the ship for a little more than a year now. It’s been the best job I’ve ever had in all my nursing career. But for the last 2 months I’ve been in a serious battle with doubt, anxiety, depression about whether I should be staying for another 2 years? I’ve been saying out loud I want to go home. I’ve been asking God if I should go home? It felt like my prayers were just hitting the metal ceiling of my cabin. As I walked around the ship saying I just want to go home, people started saying maybe you should go home.

Circumstances haven’t helped in this matter. I have some really beloved family members who are sick. I have one uncle who is dying. I have a very close relationship with my sons and I miss them terribly. All things I could live with given time to transition. But then I went into town with two friend and I was assaulted. I wasn’t physically injured but I was still traumatized. In that moment, I believe things took a turn for the worse. That moment is when real depression set in.

I love to blog. Always have. I love that I can be open and honest and transparent on this blog. But how could I write about this side of life in Africa? How could I tell this story without having everyone I love be terrified for my safety? So I just didn’t tell the people I love. I told people around the ship. Some people were sympathetic. Some people thought I was totally overreacting and being ridiculous, discounting my feelings completely. So I stopped talking about it. Anyway, that assault opened the door to an old wound I thought I had dealt with and finished. But I guess I was wrong about that too.

The depression I thought I was handling became noticeable to my supervisors. They told me I have to come home to get help. The ship is not equipped for this sort of thing. The pastoral care is limited to chaplains and they are only equipped for so much.

The bottom line is God was listening and working. I was trying so hard to honor my commitment. I didn’t want to let anyone down, not Mercy Ships, not my friends, not my family, not my supporters, and mostly not God. So He took matters into His own hands and made the supervisors make the decision for me. I feel like a huge burden has been lifted from my heart. I feel heartbroken at the same time.

I’ll be leaving the ship sometime this coming week. Then I’m heading to Pennsylvania to visit my family. Then I’m heading to Gainesville to visit my son. Then I’ll be heading back to south Florida to live again and to seek counseling.

I want to thank all of you for your faithful financial support over the last year. I want to thank you for your prayers too. I would also really like to schedule visits with all of the awesome folks who’ve supported me from other places to meet you face to face and say thank you!

I really thought I was meant to be a long term missionary. But Jesus said to me, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.” It’s time for me to sit still for awhile and rest.

When they told me to go home, I was angry at first. I yelled at God. “Why did you do this to me!?” Then He said, “Should you only accept good things from The Lord? Shouldn’t you praise the Lord even in this? The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

So I’m coming home. They told me to take at least a year off. If I want to return after that, I can come for 2 months and see how it goes. I think they made a wise decision. They’ve been very supportive. I know they only want what’s best for me.

Please keep praying for me though because I feel like I let everyone down.

Love… Michelle
Philippians 1:20

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Leave A Light On For Me

Because I’m coming home! The laundry is clean. The orders are filled. The packages received. The bags are packed. The visa waiver is printed. I’m all set.

All that’s left to do is go to sleep. Wake up. Drink coffee. Shower. Get dressed. Load up the car. Return the rental. Get on the plane.

Look out Africa Mercy! Here I come! 😀

His… Michelle
Philippians 1:20




Getting Ready To Move On

It’s my last day in Pennsylvania. It’s funny how fast and yet slow time moves. I didn’t get to see everyone I wanted to, but I saw almost everyone. Tonight I’m going out for dinner one last time with my brother, his family, my mom, and Robert. Tomorrow, I get on a bus to go to Newark, NJ to catch a plane to Ft Lauderdale, Fl for the weekend.

My friend Jennica is getting married! I’m so happy for her! I’m going to wear a dress and everything! Ha! I hope I get to see a lot of friends while I’m in town. I’ll be in Florida until Tuesday morning. Then, Lord willing, my visa waiver will show up and I’ll start the journey back home to Africa!

Speaking of my home in Africa, the ship is due to arrive in the Congo in about 12 more hours! I’m so excited for my friends! It’s been a rocky sail south. They’ve run into rough seas on more than one occasion. And based on what I remember about sailing south this time last year, I know they are ready to get off that moving vehicle. Traveling on Africa Mercy at this time of year is like getting on an amusement park ride and not being able to get off. It’s hurricane season. And no, Africa doesn’t get hurricanes, but they form off the west coast right where the ship is sailing through.

All that’s left to do now is laundry and packing. I’m bringing a bunch of stuff back to the ship for friends. It’s our speedy delivery system of sorts. Note to self, make sure to bring the extra suitcase home next time because it will be used for something.

Get ready Florida! I’m heading your way! Thanks for the memories Pennsylvania!

His… Michelle
Philippians 1:20

My OR friends from Guinea