I recently had a friend tell me, “Kelsey, it’s not about the years on the car but about the miles.” Little did she know, I needed to hear this more than she knew. For years I have been struggling with having seen myself as a true former missionary. I always corrected saying “I lived overseas” with “well, I actually shouldn’t say ‘lived’ because I didn’t finish out my full term there.”
My friend followed up with “you experienced more in your 6 weeks there than some do in 2 years.” If you know my story, you know this is true. If you don’t know my story, I will give you a little bit of a background.
Here is an excerpt from my blog when I was on the field called “when you can’t see the light” to share about my experience.
“Some of you might not know, and if you didn’t, now you do. I struggle with anxiety and depression. I have struggled with anxiety for most of my life, and I have struggled with depression for years. I have walked through many phases of both, but this phase has, by far, been the worst yet.
These past 4 weeks, I have struggled with anxiety and depression in ways that I never thought possible. These weeks have been the darkest weeks of my life. It’s like the joy in my life has slipped through my hands. I can’t seem to grip onto it. Each day is a struggle to complete because of my loss of joy.
Each day since I have left, I have had not one, but multiple breakdowns. Not just normal breakdowns, but breakdowns that leave me on the floor or flat on my bed. They are crippling, and I never quite recover from one to the next. I can’t seem to control them. They are unexpected but expected at the same time.
I am afraid to go to bed because of what the next day holds. I know when I wake up in the morning, it’s just going to start all over again. It’s like a bad dream on repeat. I never quite know how I am going to make it through my day, but I always do.
I feel as if I am trapped in my own body, drowning, alone, not able to take control, and not being able to see a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s terrifying feeling this way. I’ve started on medicine, started counseling, started exercising, have started making friends, and still, I am drowning.
I have realized (along with talking to others), that the baggage you deal with back at home is magnified on the mission field. I have to deal with my anxiety and depression, along with a whole new culture. I am dealing with that, while my world was just flipped upside down. The life and comforts that I was used to no longer exist while I am here. It seems as if I am sinking.”
As you can see, my time on the field wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies. I picked up and moved with the intention to be there for a year, yet I had to come home 6 weeks in. I felt like a failure. I didn’t want to show my face. I thought I couldn’t be considered a true missionary because of leaving the field early. But this isn’t true.
My experience was my experience and no one else’s. Your experience is no one else’s experience but your own. We can’t compare our situations to others. Just because what we walk through might not look like what others walk through doesn’t mean it’s not true for you and me. Our comparison of experiences can’t negate our feelings.
By my friend saying this, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders and immediately felt free from the burden and feelings of failure I had been feeling for years. I want this to be the same for you. If you have had an experience that you believe that you don’t get to own, I pray that you rebuke that and give it to the Lord.
Stop comparing what you have walked through to what you think others are walking through. Let yourself feel your feelings. Don’t let others take away your experience. That is something that no one can ever take away from you. Give your thoughts to the God who can handle all things and asks us to cast our burdens on Him. He can help you navigate whatever you are walking through.
Allow what you have experienced to propel you into a deeper love and relationship with Christ. Let Him take your pain and suffering and use it to glorify Him today. I never thought that what I walked through on the field would lead me to the ministry I am doing today. Today I am caring for missionaries on the field. If I hadn’t experienced even 6 weeks of being on the field, I wouldn’t be able to empathize with our missionaries today.
No matter how long or short your experience you’re coming to grips with, God can use it. I promise you that. He is faithful. He never lets anything go to waste. He won’t let pain or even victories go to waste. He has a plan for all.
Today, if you’re wrestling with the idea of owning the seasons God has allowed you to go through, I pray that you give it to Him. Sit with Him. Talk with Him. Spend time in His word. Pray that He lets you see that season through His eyes. And tell others your story. Don’t be afraid to hide your seasons of life. And pray that God will use it for His Name to get the glory!

