There is a sorrow welling up in this community that has placed us all on the edge of an emotional cliff and we might just be one goodbye away from becoming an inconsolable puddle of emotions.
In a community where every friendship has an expiration date and every home a lease agreement, we have managed to hold on to Madagascar longer than expected. God’s provision led us to this country in October of 2014 after months of waiting and delays due to the Ebola epidemic in West Africa. His grace let us stay here an extra year.
The result of this extra year means we are that much more invested into the lives of our patients, our day crew and Tamatave as our home. One can never get used to the aching that occurs when over and over pieces are torn away from the heart.
In the last few weeks we have said goodbye to patients and family members, some of whom spent a good portion of both field services on this ship.
We are saying goodbye to our local day crew who are some of the hardest workers I have ever seen and who have become cherished friends. We are saying goodbye to crew members who are finished serving onboard the Africa Mercy after years of service.
We are saying goodbye to home – a place that has our favorite restaurants and hidden beaches to escape the stress of life. It’s a place that has memories both good and bad of two challenging yet rewarding years of life. It’s a place full of exquisite beauty in nature
and in people. And it’s a place where God is working and moving even though our time here is done.
Tonight we are also saying goodbye to three rock stars. We are honoring and saying goodbye to our Mercy Ships Academy graduating Class of 2016. This is a class of three individuals who are going to take this life by storm. It’s a class that has a vision and perspective of this world far beyond the eighteen years they’ve seen – a class of true world changers.
©2016 Mercy Ships Photo Credit Justine Forrest;
In a community where friends, families, coworkers and counties are constantly circulating around a revolving door I’m not sure I even know how to begin to convey the exhaustion that is brought on by not only an incredibly long and trying field service but also the emotional drain of so much sorrow. In the book “Call of the Wild,” Jack London writes
There was nothing the matter with them except that they were dead tired. It was not the dead-tiredness that comes through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was the dead-tiredness that comes through the slow and prolonged strength drainage of months of toil. There was no power of recuperation left, no reserve strength to call upon. It had been all used, the last least bit of it. Every muscle, every fiber, every cell, was tired, dead tired. And there was reason for it.
“And there was reason for it.”
These words could not be more true. So I ask you to take a minute to pray for our crew that we will find rest and comfort in our Sovereign God who holds all things in his hands and in all things works for the good of those who love him and are called according to his purpose.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest – Matt 11:28