On Leadership

If my position, title, role, formal authority were removed, would the people I’m leading still gladly follow me? – Scott Williams



Remember Ravette…

… From my post here?

Here’s a video about her time on board the ship.



How Did I Get Here?

Picture this –

I am a girl of 9 years old.  A man is speaking to our congregation one Sunday about a ship he lives on and travels the world with, performing surgeries for the world’s poorest nations.  His PowerPoint presentation has pictures of the ship, the people of the nation they were currently working in, pictures of his family.  I watch, wide-eyed, amazed.

I tap my daddy on the hand and he leans down to hear what I have to say.

“Daddy,” I whisper, “I want to work for them one day.”

“Well, you better go to school to be a doctor, then.”  He replies.

"together" Photo Credit: Spirit Fire via Flickr

“together” Photo Credit: Spirit Fire via Flickr

Fast-forward past all the heart-break and trying times of my teenage years and early-20s.  Of course, I didn’t go to Medical School; and I lost sight of my goal temporarily in-between.

I’m sitting in my very own office at Claims Administrative Services (A Worker’s Compensation TPA). It’s a good job, one that any 25 year old girl would love to have.  I’m Corporate Trainer, I’m making a decent income, I have finished school, I’m very respected in my field.  And I’m utterly unfulfilled.

At the time, I was married about a month.  He tells me “I’m going into Officer Candidate School for the US Air Force… you should figure out what you want to do.” As if I wasn’t doing what I wanted to do…

God had been weighing on my heart for a while that I was not where I belong.

The very next day I’m conversing with a friend about moving on; I had given my two-weeks notice.  She says something that I was already planning to do – to check on LinkedIn for jobs in the area we were planning to move to.  In true Brian nature (which I was, and am, only starting to discover), he changed his tune about the Air Force.  He says it will be at least a year before he hears anything for sure.  That means that I wasn’t moving anywhere for at least a year!

I’m clicking around LinkedIn, and at the very top of the list: Curriculum Developer for Mercy Ships.  The 9-year old girl lights up.  I click apply.

Why am I blogging? A Penny for My Thoughts…

“A picture is worth a thousand words.”

Here are several.

Grace before and after; Photo Credit Ruben Plomp

Photo Credit Ruben Plomp, Grace before and after

The Blind See; Photo Credit: Debra Bell

The Blind See; Photo Credit: Debra Bell

Ravette Before and After;  Photo Credits: Debra Bell and Josh Callow

Ravette Before and After;
Photo Credits: Debra Bell and Josh Callow

The M/V Africa Mercy

The M/V Africa Mercy

But even more than that, I want to share what He is doing in my life.  I hope you’ll follow along and see His work in your own life.

Thanks for reading!


I Jumped the Gun – an Introduction

Hi!  I’m Cassie. I write curriculum for Staff Development for Mercy Ships – in Lindale, TX.  Hard to believe, I know… the world’s largest NGO hospital ship operates from a small town in East Texas, 5 hours from the nearest coast line – and that’s if you’re driving pretty fast.

But here I am, trying my best to live by the 2000 year-old model of Jesus – loving the world’s forgotten poor, by supporting those who are serving them.

Some of you might be wondering why I am writing a blog.

I came from a Christian family.  I have done some pretty un-Christian things, and had some pretty un-Christian things done to me.  I lost faith.  After one (of a few) life changing experience, I am back on the right path – I hope!

So, the purpose for my blog is to share real life struggles, joys, triumphs, and a little about the amazing miracles I witness through my work with Mercy Ships in the hope that they might give someone unknown to me hope. It’s also to prove that we’re all imperfect, and if we just make an effort to shine some light into the dark places we have been, it can only get better.

I believe we all have a history; one that we might not be proud of.  We can’t change our pasts, we can only “rethink our thinking,” and change where we are headed.

Originally posted in About Me.

And so, it begins…

I never really thought that I should write a blog about my life as a Christian person, in fact, most of the past several years were mostly spent trying NOT to talk about my life as a Christian – a lot of conflict comes with that.  So, I’m not going to use this blog to “preach at you” because, frankly, I’m not a preacher.

I am, however, going to share my journey with this awesome organization that I’m part of, and how it’s changing my life for the better.

I started working with Mercy Ships about 4 months ago, and just yesterday I realized that I’m here.  Yeah, I’ve been working here, and I’ve even started to dread the hour commute each way; so I have known that I’m here, but I mean I’m really here.

God brought me here, and met me where I was at at the time He called me. I’ll explain what I mean…

This is the first week of a major training class that Mercy Ships does for their long-term volunteers and employees.  Yesterday was the Personal Support Raising Seminar, which is how we, as missionaries, learn how to raise support – whether prayer, monetary, or otherwise.  It was kind of weird for me to be there, in a way, because Mercy Ships pays me, and the others raise their own support.

So, two things happened:

  1. I learned that God met Brian and I where we were at when he called me here.  He knew that our relationship would not have been okay with me raising money to work somewhere – who does that?!  I would have been okay with it, I think, but Brian definitely wouldn’t have been.  I get to say that because I’m the one writing this.
    I’m pretty sure He’s leading me to something much bigger, but He never gives us more than we can handle.  I believe that.
  1. I learned that I should read the entire word when I come across a hyphenated word in scripture.  I was reading Luke 8:1-3 for the class.  Apparently Mary Magdalene had MOR-mons possessing her, rather than DE-mons.  Auto-correct of the mind, a slip of the tongue, and I’ve become famous for a day.

Seriously, though.  Yesterday was inspirational, and I’m really starting to think that I can do this.  Sure, this organization is full of people, and we’re just that: people.  But we’re here for a purpose – and it’s a BIG deal.  I’m here.