For Your Weekend Reading Pleasure...


Happy Fourth of July to all my American friends! Hope your weekend is full of fireworks, food, and family - the best of combinations. Enjoy some hot dogs for us! Since we are in Phnom Penh this week, we get to attend the annual Fourth of July party at the US Embassy for the first time! to see how expats celebrate in Cambodia.

Today I have two things to share with you to enjoy over the weekend -

First, the online travel magazine Just Go Places (love the name!) just published their July 2014 edition focusing on Cambodia. And my poem "Cambodia" is featured in the front page. I'm still making my way through the magazine, but I'm already in love with their gorgeous photos and diverse stories. Check it out here.

Also, I wrote about the identity crisis I'm facing as an expat returning home on my friend Rachel's blog The Inspired Story. Here's an excerpt -

"My life abroad has come to define me. I view America as an outsider, laughing at the quirks of my fellow citizens in a way that would probably insult them. I post funny lists of “You know you’re an expat when…” on Facebook. My favorite packaged cookies are from places like Belgium, England, and Canada – countries I’ve never visited but where my fellow expats come from. 
And now that we’re moving back to the States, I find myself in an identity crisis. We hope to move back overseas after a year, but we’re also keenly aware that we need to hold that desire with an open hand. We may never live abroad again."
Read more here.

Happy holiday weekend!

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Overcome the Lie: Identity


Quick note: Today I am joining up with Overcome the Lie for their second annual blog tour - talking about how Jesus overcame the lies about identity I have believed. If this is your first time on Journey Mercies, huge welcome! Feel free to poke around and read the page about the blog and the story of my own journey.

Overcome the Lie is an online community that exists to empower women to overcome lies in their lives through the power of Jesus. You can check them out on their website, , , , or . 


How do you identify yourself? 

When someone asks you to describe yourself, what are the first three things you mention?

For me, it was: nurse, health educator, and expat/missionary. But in 2013, when some of those roles were stripped from me, it radically changed my self-image - for the better.

My husband and I have lived in Cambodia since March 2011, and from our first month here through the summer of 2012, I volunteered in a missionary clinic as a registered nurse. I helped set up the clinic, register patients, assisted in procedures, visited patients in their homes - working a full-time volunteer job that was meaningful and fulfilling. I also was finishing my bachelor’s degree in nursing online from a university in Kansas City. 

But in June 2012, the missionary doctor closed the doors of the clinic and went home for a year’s furlough. I continued studying full-time online and volunteering here and there with small projects, but my world of influence and work suddenly shrunk. And after I finished my online studies in December, I found myself a very reluctant housewife with a blank calendar and few commitments.

I’ve always been a “go-getter” - a woman with a lot of drive and ambition who finds new opportunities for herself. But last year, I was plunged into a depression I couldn’t shake. I tried finding part time work with my husband’s organization and developing health education programs for other charities in town. But there were no positions in my husband’s office, and the other charities were slow to respond. 

I felt incredibly frustrated, unfulfilled, and dissatisfied. Why would God put me in a country like Cambodia and not give me a specific role to play? Why were my talents and skills being wasted? Why couldn’t I find some way to use my nursing?

And slowly, over the course of a few months, God showed me why. He gently drew out the idols in my heart: finding my identity in my work. {To read some pretty raw blog posts from those days, click here and here}.

It was true. I’ve always found satisfaction, even pride, in describing myself as a nurse. I had good, even challenging, jobs that were respected by others. I had a role to look forward to when I woke up in the morning and a way to feel good about myself. But take that away? I felt worthless.

I believed the lie that I needed to create my own identity through my work, efforts, and titles. Jesus wasn’t enough for me. Being his daughter, his redeemed child, didn’t factor into my thoughts when I evaluated my own worth. I sought to be recognized and defined by my work - not by the work Christ did for me. 

God had to strip away all that was holding me together to show me how little I really saw myself as his child, and how much I wanted to define myself by what I did - a long and painful process. But now, reflecting back on the past year, I know why God allowed all those distractions and props to fall out of my life. He has redefined who I am. I’m not defined by what I do; I’m defined by what Jesus did for me, and even now, how he changes me and leads me. Who I am in Christ is far more significant and lasting than any identity I could build on my own. 


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And what is our identity as followers of Jesus? We have to fill ourselves with the truth God has put in his Word to discover that.


"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: the old has gone, the new has come!" {2 Corinthians 5:17, NIV}

"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." {Galatians 2:20, NIV}

"For it is by grace that you have been saved, through faith - and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God - not by works, so that no one can boast." {Ephesians 2:8-9, NIV}

And once we realize we are defined by Christ, old sins, habits, and personas no longer define us. Good or bad, they become insignificant. They become part of the tapestry of our lives, but not the whole picture. When we stand back to look at our lives, they are no longer the defining point. We see Jesus and who he created us to be. He takes those broken parts and weaves them into HIS story, redeeming them and giving them meaning. And that only happens when we let go of all else and cling to him alone. 

And once in Christ, our identity doesn’t change. It’s not threatened by other people. It can’t be held up in comparison to others, to either make us feel better about ourselves, or worse, because we can’t take credit for who we are. God is working in us and through us to make a new creature, with a new heart that longs to glorify Him.

Now, the doctor has returned, and clinic has reopened. I work part-time, and God has blessed us with our first pregnancy. And I’m still tempted to find my identity and self-worth in a place other than Jesus. I want my husband to think I’m the perfect wife (which he knows I’m not), and I want desperately to be a good mother to our unborn child. And even in writing online, I’m tempted to define the worth of my work by the number of comments, followers, and favorites I receive from others. As long as I’m in this broken body on earth, I won’t stop struggling with the temptation to look away from Christ. 


But he is faithful to forgive, to strengthen, and to redeem. And that’s what I want to identify with and be recognized by: his steadfast love for me. 

Have you ever struggled with finding your identity outside of Jesus? I'd love to hear your story, too!

Word for 2014: Trust



I've been thinking about my word for 2014 lately. I've never chosen one before, but this year is going to be different.

As I reflect on 2013, it's easy to pick out my word for the past year: identity. God did a work in stripping away my outer layers, my dependence on the opinions of others and job status that I chose to define me. He taught me that it's not what I do that defines me; it's who I am in Jesus. It was painful, but life-giving.

This year, we're having our first baby - which means I'll be transitioning to a stay-at-home mom. Which scares me a little bit. I have no idea how that will challenge me emotionally or spiritually. We're continuing our work in Cambodia but not sure if we'll stay past September. And if we do move back to Kansas City, we have no idea what ministry we'll be involved in or what kind of jobs we'll get or how long we'll be there. We have a lot of dreams and ideas but zero actual plans.

I think God is going to enlarge my trust in him in unimaginable ways this year. He's going to ask me to trust him in the midst of uncertainty, of making big decisions, of possibly calling us to do the hard thing instead of the easy one. He'll also grow my trust in my husband, as he leads our family and pursues God's calling for us.


"Those who know your name trust in you,
for you, O Lord, do not abandon those who search for you."
Psalm 9:10 {NLT}

But I know one thing: God is trustworthy. He has never failed me. And he won't start this year.

So that's my word for 2014: trust.

trust: firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability,
 or strength of someone or something

I don't have much trust in myself to succeed in life. But I know that God is reliable, he is the source of truth, and he is able and strong to take care of me and my family. And that's what I'll be believing in 2014.

Although I know I need to trust God in all things, I also know he wants us to be stewards of our time, gifts, and resources. It's a balance of wise planning and complete dependence on God - seems like an oxymoron, but somehow it works out. So I'm doing the Powersheets, praying over monthly goals, and looking at the big picture of the upcoming year.

I decided that making a yearly overview would be helpful in thinking about the future, especially when thinking about future blog posts and series. If I have an awesome idea for a series or an event in March, I need to have a place to write it down because seriously, this lady will not remember it.

If you'd like to use it too, you can click on the image below or the link and download for free.


What about you? Do you have a word you're claiming for your own in 2014? Today I'm also linking up with Casey Wiegand over at her fabulous blog - go check out the words she and others have chosen to believe this year!

It's Not What You Do...

i.den.ti.ty: the fact of being who or what a person or thing is

A while ago, I talked about my journey in finding my identity in Jesus. I'm so thankful that the Lord is still teaching me about who I am in Christ. I've been studying 1 Peter for the past month, a book that my pastor back home in Kansas City called "Instructions for Joyful Exiles." It's certainly a double meaning for us, as we are both strangers and exiles living here on earth in a spiritual sense, and in Cambodia in a physical sense as well.

One verse has stood out to me - a call to remember where to put my hope.

Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; 
set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed.
1 Peter 1:13 


For me, it is so easy to put my hope in anything but Jesus - in finding a job, moving to a new city or country, going back home, having a good reputation. I love the picture that the phrase "set your hope fully..." puts into my mind - that of throwing yourself on a rope that is your only way out of a raging ocean; or knowing that the only rescue you have is the appearance of a Savior. It's recognizing that what I do doesn't make me right with God, and it won't save me in the end. Only knowing who I am in Christ and setting my hope completely on him will save me.



So I made a reminder to put on my computer desktop. Honestly, I have no idea where this saying came from; I may have made it up myself. It just came to my head one day, but it probably was said by someone else! 

I now look at this picture through a web of cracked glass, as the screen on our laptop was broken when it slid off a table and landed on our hotel room floor last week. Miraculously, the laptop works fine, although from my freak-out reaction, you'd have thought I'd severed a finger. That was a whole 'nother opportunity for me to see where my idols are. When I thought I wouldn't be able to email, Skype, pin, tweet, facebook, blog, work on the one health project I am involved in, or otherwise have any contact with the outside {Cambodia} world, I.freaked.out. And I learned another meaning of this saying - don't let yourself be defined by the mistakes and sins you commit (have committed and will definitely commit in the future). 

Hold fast to Jesus. Set your hope on him. Define yourself by his grace.
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Grace

Weekend football at church

We've been back in Poipet for 3 weeks already - probably the longest time in months that we've stayed here without traveling anywhere else. 

I have to admit, my first week back was bad. 

Not because of anything here in Poipet that was bad, not because I was stressed out, or because I had too much on my plate. I think it was a combination of inner reflection and the end of pursuits that had become my purpose for being here - finishing my bachelor's degree, planning our travels, thinking about how I'd have a full-time job of some sort when we came back.

But when I came back, I felt like the floor had fallen out underneath me. I looked at my calendar, saw the rows of empty days, and thought, I have no life here. I didn't have work or school to form my identity, something that I could use to respond with pride when someone asked, What do you do here? And I was consumed with selfish pity and an impulsive desire to leave and find something that would give me a sense of "fulfillment."

Now let's reflect on how deep my sinful perspective was: I was living in a developing nation with countless needs, spiritual and physical. I was the only Western medical professional in town. I had a husband who worked countless hours to bring water to villages and schools and who was giving himself fully to his own work. And with my totally open schedule, I could respond to any needs that came my way and travel with my husband on his work trips, something that makes us both very happy.


So what was my problem? Why was I so depressed?

It was a flare-up of the chronic sinful condition I label finding my identity in anything other than Christ.

Last week I read the story of Jesus speaking with the woman at the well, in John 4. I could sympathize with her longing for an identity, claiming to have a husband to give her a sense of belonging; her undercurrents of desperation, her knowledge that she was dry and empty inside and that she needed the living water that Jesus offered her. Her suspicion and skepticism gave way to wonder, then to worship.

I feel the same way. My sinful nature whispers, How can Jesus make you happy? How can serving Someone you can't see really satisfy you? You need to work, to strive, to create your own identity. Don't look for it in Him.

But those are all lies, lies, lies. Jesus says, the work of God is to believe in Him, sent by God (John 6:29). Not, have an awesome job that saves lots of lives and gives you status; not, teach the Bible and convert hundreds of people. Believing that Jesus really is enough is a lifelong journey. This is just one dark trail in my journey, that God used to help me see that my identity is found in who I am - a child of God - not in what I do.


And, perhaps not surprisingly, God filled up those empty blocks in my schedule book. He made space for me to teach in several places. My strong desire for approval from other people for the work I do was overcome by my desire to love God and know that his love is enough for me. Almost daily, needs and relationship opportunities come up that would be impossible to meet, were I working a normal, full-time nursing job. But even on the days when I don't have work to do, I see it as a chance to pursue the Lord more, as a blessing and not as a reflection of my inadequacy.

It always amazes me that no matter how far I wander from the Lord, he is only one step behind me. When I finally break down and repent, he is there to catch me and heal my heart. He doesn't make me pay for my sin, because Jesus already did that. He doesn't keep me at a distance, because Jesus already bridged that gap. It's only grace and mercy, because of the cross.

This post is part of my one and only New Year's Resolution (which I don't really believe in or do normally - really, my resolution just happens to coincide with January). I want to be more intentional with my writings, more transparent with my struggles here and my life here in Cambodia - the good, the bad, and the very ugly. I want to share how life here in Cambodia is shaping my journey towards heaven. Although living here is so different than back home, I know the personal struggles and challenges are the same - it's only different scenery. 

So, if you haven't been scared away by this post, congratulations. There's more coming. (and, hopefully, a better blog design built by yours personally?!?)
"grace", ,

Whitney @ Journey Mercies