Saturday, December 20, 2014

Tradition & Waiting

Nothing lets me know it's getting close to Christmas like baking. The last day and a half has been spent baking cookies, making peanut brittle, chocolate fudge, Chex-mix and chocolate covered pretzels. This year I've had the great opportunity to be with my family, something I haven't been able to do the last two years. It's something I feel many people take for granted.

The last month I have been waiting for the finalization of my paperwork to go back to Mercy Ships and serve in Madagascar. It's something that's on my mind ALL the time. There's a saying "He's so heavenly minded that he's no earthly good." Well for me "I'm so ship minded that I'm no home good." People ask me if i'm ready to go back and I tell them I'd leave tomorrow if it were possible. I think this time of the year makes it harder because Christmas on the ship is amazing! Yes there are ups and downs of living life in community, but during the holidays the good greatly outweighs the bad. We get to celebrate the Christmas traditions from countries all over the world. Carols on the Dock like the large outdoor celebrations in Australia & S. Africa. The celebration of Saint Lucia on the 13th December coming from the Scandinavian countries. Sinterklaas coming from the Netherlands on 6th December to bring gifts. Preparation for Christmas has become a longer process for me the last three years as we went through the liturgical celebration of Advent starting 4 weeks before Christmas. Even celebration of Epiphany on 6th January celebrating the Magi giving gifts to Jesus.

Yes there is a lot of celebrating going on and there should be, because the Savior came down to Earth to live with us and die for us. My favorite Christmas celebration on the ship is putting a shoe outside your door on Christmas Eve. When you wake up on Christmas morning it's overflowing with little snacks, small trinkets and many many notes from your friends and ship family. I still have many of them, they are filled with Christmas greetings but mainly they let you know how much you are appreciated and loved. Just like Jesus. He came down to let us know how much he loves us.

It's been indicated to me that things should be finalized before Christmas and there's nothing I'd want more for Christmas than to have it all done so that I can enjoy that peace as I celebrate Christ's birth on Thursday. If it's not, that's okay, because He knows the plan and the only think I need to do is rely on Him.

Merry Christmas!

Sunday, November 23, 2014


"God doesn't receive glory in forcing us to face our fears. He could jiu-jitsu us into getting His will accomplished, but that would remove the element of love. Instead, it takes our free will along with enduring the process of regularly engaging what is uncomfortable." - Relevant Magazine

Yup. That's where I've been since last updating you all. I contacted Mercy Ships and we've been talking about my return to the ship. I told them that I would like to return to do supply and logistics. That same week the Food Service Manager position opened up. It wasn't what I was interested when I contacted the office, but it had been on my radar to work towards in the future. Before they had left for the weekend I contacted the office again and told them that I was interested in that position as well as logistics.

Over that weekend I wanted to get out and see the aspens. I had seen aspen trees, had heard about them in Colorado but the few on campus made me want to see more of their golden wonderfulness. Fall had hit in full swing and the contrast of golden aspens to the mass of evergreens on the mountains was a wonder to behold. (Just a reminder.....New Mexico is more than flat desert. There are many mountains as the southern edge of the Rockies rolls right into Northern New Mexico) The sky was clear that Sunday afternoon as I made my way home from church. After eating some lunch I headed towards the Santa Fe Ski Basin. It's about 45 minutes from campus on the other side of Santa Fe. From the time I left church to the time I made it into the mountains some clouds decided to make their way into the sky. When I pulled into the parking lot at the state park it decided to rain for five minutes so I sat there there waiting for it to blow over. Sitting there I kept thinking, "If these clouds just blow out of the way, when the sun comes out the aspens will be amazing." Clearly the weather was trying to get in the way of me seeing some beautiful sights.

Finally the rain stopped and I headed out onto a 3 mile hike. No big deal, that shouldn't take to long. It's just three miles. There I was headed on my hike to see some aspen trees in the beautiful mountains of New Mexico. As I huffed and puffed up the trail things started rolling through my mind about working as the Food Service Manager. I'm pretty familiar with what that job would be like. After nine months in the galley and two and a half years on the ship I knew how things were handled and the daily nuances of the food of the Africa Mercy. Before long the slight sting on my nose and the edges of my ears made realized that the temperatures were cooler than I had been used to and the darker clouds on the horizon made me speed up as I didn't want to get stuck in the cold rain. By the time I made it to the top my lungs reminded me of what it was like to live at 8,000 feet. They wanted air as much as I didn't want to get soaked on the way down. Luckily the route down the mountain was a lot steeper and the decent only took half the time. I think gravity and the temperatures could have had something to do with it too. The thing is as I was making my way to the bottom I started to see what looked like little white dippin' dots start to hit the ground and by the time I made it to the the bottom there was almost a full layer of them covering everything. The temperature my ears had been feeling was being confirmed by what appeared to be snow all over the place.
So there I was a half mile from my car and seeing my first snow in two and a half years. I made my way over to a picnic site and just stared out and watch this all occur. As I stood there in the bitter cold I couldn't help but start laughing. I'm sure if anybody was around they must have thought I was crazy. God is in the business of amazing people and He managed to get me again. I went to see golden aspen trees and He was like, here.... here's some snow.


Later in the week I heard back from Mercy Ships. They felt like I wasn't ready for Food Service Manager yet, after some time with Staff Development it would be a possibility. But they had something different in mind for me. Something that would require to go out on a limb and trust God in doing something I hadn't done before... because you know sometimes you do things intending to do what you had in mind and God's like HEY! I have something more than you could ever imagine planned for you!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014


Some things have been rolling through my mind and I figured it was time to get some of them out there. I'm probably more open on this post than any others that I have been before.

The thing that the Lord has continued to put on my mind has been TRUST. I'm far from even beginning to understand the difference between trust and faith. Seems so strange. Over my time with Mercy Ships I put full faith in the Lord that He would provide for me while I was away from the American work-force. It was almost too easy. The first time I went to serve for six months I was able to do all of my fundraising in just the 4 weeks prior to flying to Sierra Leone. When I returned to the ship for my two-year service I was able to raise 75% of my goal within three months of fundraising. Over the two years in Guinea and Congo I was continually blessed by more donations than what were planned for. Through that process I learned about Jehovah-Jireh "the Lord Provider" it comes from Genesis 22 where God provides a ram for Abraham to sacrifice instead of his son Isaac. The Lord provided more than I could have ever imagined while I stepped out in faith to serve Him.

Learning to lose control, build trust and grow my faith in God.

The last post I talked about calling and I feel like God has me here for now. I still believe that's true, but everyday I long more and more to serve with Mercy Ships again. I think this is why Trust keeps reoccurring in my thoughts.

I think about how I came alive while on the Africa Mercy. It seemed as though God had shaped me for that place. Of course everyday wasn't perfect. No place is perfect this side of eternity, but I feel like when God formed me He had Mercy Ships intended for me. I decided to conclude my service with Mercy Ships because I wanted to be obedient to what the Lord wanted. He told me it was time to go, didn't say for how long or why, just that my time was over for now.

It hit me again when I opened up my blog to type this today. I looked at the heading that I made over a year ago. I put it up a few paragraphs ago. "Learning to lose control, build trust and grow my faith in God."

Working at Glorieta has been good. I can see that God is working here, but it's different. This is where I'm lacking. Maybe the Lord is just building up my trust in Him. Something that I asked for before I ever knew that I would be in New Mexico.

I'm asking for your prayers and encouragement as I seek the Lord, for what He has for me. Would you pray that I would seek to serve God in the place that He want's, weather it be here in New Mexico, somewhere else or with Mercy Ships again.

I would like to return to the ship next year. I hate to think that this is my idea, but God's plan. Initial details of returning to the ship would be dependent on the positions that are open. Working with ordering, inventory & logistics in the Supply or Hospital Department are positions that I would be aiming for.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014


The first half of this post was started almost two weeks ago. Busyness has prevented me from finishing it till today.

I've been wanting to blog but there has been a bit of a writers block. Three weeks ago I arrived on campus here at Glorieta and it's been pretty busy ever since. Filled with settling in, forming new friendships, working in various job positions and starting to process things from my time on the ship.

Last week was the three year anniversary of the first time I walked up the gangway of the Africa Mercy. It's a day I'll never forget. Sometimes I imagine that I that I think about the ship to often, but then I remember how much it changed my life. There were things that I never could have imagined.
Recently I was listening to a pastor and as he was talking about spiritual warfare. One part that stuck to me was he said that when you're in a spiritual battle there are always wounds. It's probably one of the least talked about things on the ship. With a field service at 10 months and the crew trying to make the biggest impact for Christ you know that Satan is going to try and stop it in as many ways as possible; parts break, flights are missed, patients don't show up, and wounds delaying to heal. It's hard to imagine how many forces that the devil could have going against us, but I know many many people that were at home and praying for me on a regular basis. Multiply that by all the crew and their supporters and it's obvious the size of the fight that's going on to keep the ship running. As I talked to some friends in Atlanta it began to hit me how these next few months will be a time of restoration and  processing of my time with Mercy Ships.

As I started working here in New Mexico lots of processing has been going on. I'm a pretty big processor with just normal stuff. So you can imagine how much I would be thinking about things on the ship, friends that I miss and what was my normal life for the last 2.5+ years. The transitioning covers things that you wouldn't imagine. I think it's been a little amplified by moving to a new setting. Figuring out local grocery stores, visiting churches, getting used to living 7,000 feet above sea level. That's a big difference than the 40 feet that my room was at before.

Something else that really has been on my mind since arriving has been the mysterious disappearance of a good friend and supporter of mine. Lynn Messer vanished from her house in the wee hours of July 8th. Before going to bed she had been talking about plans of watching her grandchildren the next day and getting things done for VBS at church. Her husband, Kerry, woke up at 4:00 AM with no signs of her anywhere. Local police and state authorities combed over their large rural farm that day and every day since many local friends and family have showed up to assist the Messer family in finding Lynn. Eighteen days (one month now) and nothing has been figured out. Lynn was one of the last people I saw from church before starting my road trip to Glorieta. She helped me make my first quilt in 2008, the one that has been on my bed since the day it got finished. Her heart for missions has been made evident as the leader of Mission Friends, a class for pre-school age children, for several years and the numerous  mission trips that she has been on. Several to Ecuador, one even in the last year. Please pray that God would move in that situation and that the Messer family would be able to find Lynn.

Today: 5 August 2014

Life continues to be busy. Sometimes I wonder how camp workers manage to make it through the summer. 12-14 hour days and often working 6 days a week keeps me pretty tired even if it isn't the hardest work I've done.

When I first started to write this blog post I wanted to finish with the fact that I know that this is the place that I'm supposed to be. It was 11:00 on a Friday night and I had just left a worship session with the group camp.

Group camp has been my favorite part of Glorieta since the day that I worked with them during my orientation week. You might be confused by the name; Group Camp is pretty much just church camp, but it's not limited to church groups. Any type of group can come. They start at breakfast in the morning and are busy with activities throughout the day and into the night . There isn't the slightest little bit of free time at this adventure camp.

I had finished my job in the working in the kitchen with inventory and ordering that day and I decided to go over and hang out with my friends a group camp and assist them with their evening activities. When I arrived to the field I was told "hope you don't plan on grilling, it's my favorite part of the week." SO I just helped them set up and then clean up. When the kids were finished eating the had time to run around and play some games. There was a game of soccer(football) going on and a lot of other fun things going on around the field. The speaker corralled them all together and talked to them about how God will continue to work in their lives after they leave camp if they give Him the opportunity. From that point they were dismissed in their groups to do some debriefing. Around 9:00 they met up at the building where they had been meeting all week, but the Group Camp Staff had turned it into a dance party. Surprise! Who ever expects a dance party at church camp? Well after about 45 minutes of  the kids dancing and jumping around it turned into a worship session. This is when it hit me how much I was enjoying my new "job". Up on stage was two of my house mates leading the kids in worship and back behind all the kids were 5 or 6 of my friends singing just as loud or louder than the kids praising the name of Jesus for all that He had done through the week.

Flash forward to yesterday.

The ship is on my mind everyday. I dream of the day that I will once again walk up the gangway of a hospital ship. I think it consumed about 50% of my thoughts yesterday. As I was getting ready in the morning I received an e-mail from the Supply Manager on the Africa Mercy. If I had stayed on the ship I would have been working with her with keeping track of supply usage a reordering supplies. In the e-mail she said that this week her and her husband would be leaving. Some medical problems made it so that they felt that this was the right time to return to the U.S. At that point I think I would have jumped right on a plane and headed to the Canary Islands. I had already known that several of my friends will be returning to the ship, but with this unplanned departure my longing to serve on the ship almost consumed me. What followed was me sending a few messages to see how things would be handled with a gap in staffing and then a few more messages to close friends asking for prayer that I would be obedient to what God has called me to do.

Back in late February when I made the decision to leave the ship at the end of May it was because I knew that God had other plans for me. I wasn't sure what that was at the time, but I knew that my time onboard was finished for now. As I talked with a friend about the decision I had made I told him. Maybe I'll get home over the summer and  God will be like "ok, thanks for listening, now you can go back now".

He hasn't told me that yet, so I'm still here in New Mexico working hard at Glorieta. I pray that one day I will receive my calling to go back to the ship but for now I will be obedient to where He has me today.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

How long for this time?

If you haven't head that I'm home, I am.

If you haven't heard that I'm leaving, I am.

So, let's start this story back a little bit. Back at the end of February/beginning of March I had decided that I wouldn't be staying on the ship. I though that God had something else planned for me. I wasn't quite sure, but I knew that God had a plan so I didn't worry about it. Slowly over a few weeks I started looking around to see what kind of positions were open. I had really enjoyed working in retail on the ship and doing a lot of logistic/ supply management, but I was also open to going back to the kitchen because that's where I have training. I began looking at different conference centers and camps because I had always been interested in working in that type of setting. That the kind of work I was looking for when God opened the doors for me to go to the ship. I even went to the big organizations Christian Camp and Conference Association & American Camp Association. They have many postings of jobs that open periodically through the year, but especially for the summer months when the camping year is at it's peak.

I kept looking and looking then one night I was reminded of my time at Ridgecrest in North Carolina. For some reason it popped into my mind that there was another conference center run by Lifeway in New Mexico. I went to the Lifeway website and couldn't find any information about Glorieta so I looked it up directly on Google. I was lead to several news articles and the website of the new Glorieta. A new group of investors had purchased the conference center from Lifeway at the low cost of $1. They would be updating the aged facilities and breathing new life into a campus that has been forming over the past 60 years in Northeast New Mexico.

It really inspired me to see this group that wanted to get this place running efficiently and reach others for Christ. There was no doubt in my mind that it would take a lot of work and since they already had a successful camp running in Texas they knew all the work that it would take to make it happen. I started the application process almost instantaneously. What's the worst they could tell me? "We don't want crazy people like you on staff here!" Well after about 3 levels of the application process being opened to me and the huge help from my friend Ruben to get a video made that gave me the opportunity to tell them about my strengths and weaknesses I had a phone interview with Glorieta.

During the interview I said that I wouldn't be available to start working till July because I had been away for 2 solid years, and I wanted to spend some time at home before rushing off to my next assignment. That was back during the last week of April I believe. To say that I didn't think about going to New Mexico after the interview would be wrong. Things were very busy on the ship. Wrapping things up on the ship, my home of over two years. Saying goodbye to Congo, friends and what had become normal to me. So I waited. I knew God had a plan and it was all up to Him. I knew that Glorieta had an answer but I didn't even really need it till some time in June after I would be traveling and getting home. My two weeks of traveling finished, I made it home and I even waited another week before contacting them. The morning I called Garrison (my interviewer and potential boss) he said that he was actually writing me an e-mail at that exact moment. Up to that point I didn't have a cell phone so he didn't have any way to contact me besides e-mail. Well, I said. God has perfect timing and at that point he offered me a position at Glorieta. That was June 11th.

The last two weeks flew by. I began going through my things again. They hadn't even been put away from moving home so it was actually much easier. All of my conversations when meeting up with people for the first time since being home went like this:

Friend     "Well, how's it going being home?"
Me          "Pretty normal, I hate to compare the two worlds. They're nothing alike, so for me it has been pretty easy."
Friend     "Well what are you going to do now?"
Me          "Actually I'm leaving in less than two weeks to start a new job in New Mexico"
Friend     "Are you serious?"
Me          "Yup"
Friend     "How long for this time?"
Me          "Till they fire me."
Friend     blank stare
Me          "Well, this one is actually a paying job and I'm MOVING down there."

So yes, I am leaving. In the morning to me exact. What will I be doing? I'm not sure exactly yet. Since the summer is in full swing on campus I will be doing what ever is needed till August. That's when the Summer Staff leave and my team will get their assignments. It's most likely that I will either be working in the kitchen or in their retail area. They have three coffee shops on campus and sell a good variety of souvenirs.

I have a few personal goals.
Show people at home that New Mexico is more than desert. Glorieta is actually at about 7,000 ft. in the base of the Rocky Mountains.
Go on a lot of hikes.
Meet exciting new friends.
Enjoy life on land.
Embrace fall. I've missed the last three.
Get into a good church.
Do lots of reading.

I'm so excited that my car isn't just loaded with clothes and essentials. I was able to pack books, personal items, crafting supplies, a bunch of my cooking equipment, and even my orchids. WOW! It's going to be great. Keep posted for pictures of my road trip to see friends before getting to New Mexico and a new look to the blog.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014


Do you know it's summer?
That's the question I got Sunday night as I sat in a living room with some friends and wearing a hoodie. Yeah, I know it's summer, unfortunately for me if it's under 80 I'm probably slightly chilled.
Is anybody starving?
As we drove down the road to find something to eat. No, I've seen starving. I look nothing like that.
Sorry friend. I don't mean to be offensive, but I've seen kids that are starving. That word has a meaning. I think you meant how hungry are you.

You visited all those countries since you left the U.S.?
Yes, Customs Officer, I have visited the Netherlands, France, Germany, Spain, Republic of Congo, Ethiopia, Kenya & Tanzania since I left the U.S. 11 months ago. Who would have thought that quitting your job would make you a world traveler?

The last three weeks have been filled with many strange things. I should go ahead and add the last week on the ship. It seems to be a blur of goodbyes now. The last month has taken my world and flipped over. Now I'm trying to figure out what goes where.

May 17th, it's still marked on my calendar. Departure. I thought it fitting that the day I left the ship was the same day that I graduated High School, just 11 years later. I'm still trying to figure out which day will have a bigger impact on my life. Graduation from High School is a day that you prepare for over a 13 year period from the very first day of Kindergarden. Leaving the ship, my home of 2.5 years, living with my friends from around the world is a day that I never could have prepared for. Yeah, I did start packing a week before. Sold all the things that couldn't fit into my 1 piece of luggage weighing 30 Kg (66 lb.). My departure from the ship was known since the end of February but nothing could have prepared me for  the hole that would be left in my heart as we pulled out of the port. It was just minutes after I gave hugs to my amazing ship family. They even managed to spell my name out like cheerleaders as I made my way around the circle. I guess I should have expected the tears to come. After saying goodbye to people like a revolving door since the day I arrived on the ship I thought saying goodbye had gotten easier, but that day was different I was the one leaving this time. You wouldn't find me singing another one bites the dust as everyone walked back up the gangway.

After that tragic event there was a two week intermission in my transition time. I had heard that it's nice to do some traveling between the ship and home so when I decided my time on the ship would be over I started planning an unforgettable two week trek from Nairobi to Zanzibar. As I sat in a hotel lobby using a public computer to tell a few friends that I had made it safely to my destination big tears started swelling in my eyes and I decided to not be the crying guy on the trip. Instead I decided to enjoy where God had me and look out upon the beauty that He created. Fortunately I was able to see some amazing things. Camping two nights in the Serengeti and scuba diving in Zanzibar to name just two things. Unfortunately I think it caused me to push down some of those emotions that need to come out sooner or later. 

This is just a glimpse of some of the things that are rolling around my head at any given point in the day. Combined in the other half of the story, getting home. I'll post about that later.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Life Abundantly

My time on the ship is coming to an end. I will be leaving in less than a month now. As I reminisce about the last year in Congo there are many things that come to mind. I have talked a few times in the blog about Joy, but as I look back I see an even bigger picture of Beauty and Love. The stories of shared love as we live in community are too numerous to tell. It isn't anything you could understand unless you've been a part of a thriving Christ centered community. My friends onboard are truly amazing. The way they glorify God is beautiful. Their personal stories are beautiful. When we go out to the beach or for a hike we are surrounded by beauty. Thinking of all of these things reminds me of John 10.10. I think that most people stop half way through the verse, but if you go through the end it says "and have it abundantly." 

 I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. John 10.10

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Take a look around.

Last Saturday a group of 10 of us went out of town.  After four hours winding through the greenest tropical mountains I've ever seen we made it to Dolisie. I think my favorite part of the trip is that none of it was planned. Well, a group was planning on going and I decided to join them, but besides that many of the details were unknown till we decided there in town. It's actually one of the reasons I wanted to go so much. Everyday my job revolves around planning and having things prepared so this was the perfect opportunity for spontaneity.

When we arrived Saturday we walked through town not knowing exactly where we were going, but in the direction of a restaurant that we had heard about from people that had been before. In the day and age of cell phones interuptions and 30 minute meals we managed to get up from the table three hours after sitting down. I don't think I heard a single complaint. We were just enjoying our time, having good conversation and tasting crazy new foods like gazelle, wild boar and antelope.

Sunday morning we headed even further out of town. At the end of our 30 minute taxi ride we made it to a small village. As we drove up the children were yelling  "Mondeli, Mondeli" aka "white people, white people" in the local language. After a little bargaining we had two guides take us up to a beautiful waterfall. One day I hope to make it to Victoria Falls and Angel Falls, but I was happy to be taking in the view what was before me. It was nice to feel the cool breeze coming down with the water and even nicer to be standing in the knee deep in it taking some great pictures. On the way back I was reminded to take in my surroundings. It's a message that God has reminded me many times over the last year. As I was walking down the path to many times I found myself looking at the feet of the person in front of me. I wanted to make sure that I didn't miss any steps, but every time I looked up I was amazed at the views before us. I was focusing to much on the next step and not enough on where God had me.

Today as I booked my tickets to return home God gave me that nudge again. Take a look around. My time on the ship is limited, the end is near. In less than 60 days I will step down the gangway and into what God has for me next. I'm not sure what it is yet, there's a possibility in the works, but for now I think I'll dig a little deeper before I plan away my time here.

Friday, March 21, 2014

Blessed are you when people hate you...

I think this quote and verse are worth sharing. I came across them in a book I've been reading. Hope it can speak into somebodies life.

If Jesus had tries to make everyone happy, we would all be lost. If self-centered people are angry at you, it means you are learning to say no to evil. If mean people are displeased with you, it means that you are standing up to abuse. If Pharisaical Christians judge you, it means that you are becoming like your Savior. If your parents don't like the decisions that you as an adult feel God has led you to make, it means that you are growing up.    - Dr. Henry Cloud

"Blessed are you when people hate you and when they exclude you and revile you and spurn your name as evil on account of the Son of Man!Rejoice in the day, and leap for joy, for behold, your reward is great in heaven; for so their fathers did to the prophets."     Luke 6.22-23

Wednesday, March 12, 2014


Things were going pretty steady in January and the first half of February then my parents came for a visit. I think somebody pushed the fast forward button when they arrived. From the 14th of February till the 4th of March things seem to have gone in a blur.

Those first six weeks of the year before my parents came I was constantly thinking about what I would do this year, weather I would go home or stay on for another field service. It was very nice to think of the opportunities coming available on the ship, but at the same time I was balancing that with what else I thought God might have in store for me. Many of my friends will be coming back to the ship and going back to Guinea would always be exciting, but I never could get the peace about coming back. One night while sitting in my bed reading I came to the conclusion that it was time to stop struggling with the decision. When God told me that if I followed His call to Mercy Ships He would take care of everything else. Through my time in 2011 when I decided to come to the ship there was a definite peace about the situation. Every step of the way was very natural and without regret. So, at that time I decided that when I leave the ship in May it will be goodbye for now. This wasn't any easy decision. I'm still not sure what to think about leaving my home of 2+ years. My normal, which is actually pretty crazy, is about to change again.

The next question then comes to mind, if not Mercy Ships then where. It shortly crossed my mind to look for a land based clinic in Africa to work in. Maybe The Luke Commission or something like that. My friend Tiffany is volunteering with them and having great experiences. After contemplating that for a while I decided that it's time to be in the United States again. Currently I'm looking for a Conference Center or Retreat/Camp type place to work. Three years ago I had just heard about Mercy Ships and two years ago I wouldn't have ever expected to be managing a small shop that does $750-$1000 in sales every day. I imagine that what I do next will be in the Guest Services/Support Staff/Food Services realm, but I don't want to limit God to that.

In the mean time I'll be finishing up my time here on the ship over the next 8-10 weeks. They're hoping to have the next Sales Manager picked out so that I can hand-over to them and pass on some of my experiences. Leaving my friends here will be very tough and I'm not sure how excited I'll be about that, but I am excited to be traveling between here and home. I'm looking into traveling for a week or two to see some of the parts of Africa that I haven't been able to see over the last 2+ years.

Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice. Let your reasonableness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  Philippines 4.4-7