Em's 1000th Point

Last Thursday Amy, Dad, and I went to the Cook girls BBall game against MIB hoping to see just what we did. EMILY YOUNGSTROM scored her 1000th point and she did it after stealing the ball, taking it in for a lay-up. I remember taking Em and her sister Darby to Basketball games while I was in High School and she was barely even 5...

Here's her shot!

CONGRATULATIONS EM!!!

(and Beth, Brian, and Darby)

April 16th 2008 found me at the MSP airport with tears in my eyes as I said goodbye to my family in order to spend the next 6 months at Jonathan House in Sierra Leone. October 16th found me in the same position at the Lungi airport; tears in my eyes, saying goodbye to a new family only this time not knowing for how long. I have you to thank for this- not so much the tears but for supporting me and allowing me the opportunity to go to Sierra Leone and build these relationships, becoming a part of a community that has now become another home for me.
When I first arrived at JH I was exhausted, covered in red dust, uncomfortably hot and yet smiling from ear to ear. I walked into the barri where all the kids and home staff were waiting for me. I admit that having over 80 people watching my every move was not the most comfortable experience but it didn’t last long and soon we were chatting, laughing and just catching up. I was taken to my new home and given a chance to settle it. I felt like I was given the pent house. I had my own room complete with bed and canopy (for the bed net), desk, a couple chairs, wardrobe, clothesline, and more as well as my own bathroom. Granted there is no running water, but I was also supplied with a 50-gallon drum to store water for a shower or other bathroom needs. I admit it took me a few weeks to settle in, but it did happen fairly quickly. My family came for a couple weeks in the end of May and by the time they left I may have been sad to see them go but was nowhere near ready to go with them.
I had many jobs while at JH, many of them coming up in the moment. My main job was being a house mom and I LOVED it. During school I helped the kids get breakfast in the mornings (I learned to drop the R in Butter if I wanted them to understand me- “butter or no butter” got me a dead stare; “butta or no butta” got an answer). Helping with study times in the evenings, prayer time before bedtime, watching our football team, dance team, singing groups and so on, cooking, mending clothes as well as kids cuts and bruises- you know pretty much doing what all moms do. My favorite part was really getting to know the kids, spending time one on one or in small groups sharing with each other. Trying to guide them and help mold them into the people God planned for them to be and at the same time being guided and molded through them. People ask me all the time who my favorites are and I honestly cannot tell you. It seems whichever child I am talking about at the moment is my favorite. I love them dearly and truly think of them as my kids. Shortly after returning home I received the news that Emmanuel- a 14 yr old boy who lives at the home- had passed away. This was one of the most difficult moments I have gone through. Not in just missing Emmanuel and wanting to be there to say goodbye- but in not being able to be there with “my kids” to help them through this time. However I think that is the other big part of being a parent- placing your children in God’s hands knowing that is where they belong, trusting him to take care of them.
Being the “school parent” became my unofficial (soon to be official) position. Our Elementary school kids go to school on our compound while our Secondary kids go to school in town. I became the link between our kids and the teachers, as well as the principal in town. At one meeting the principal told me that our kids are and always have been the best behaved and work the hardest at his school. They not only do their work, but they do it without being told; they clean the compound as soon as they arrive each morning and lead morning devotions for the whole school.
I was also able to travel around the country helping with a few other ministries. We took a trip into the Pujehn District where there are few if any churches. It is a largely Muslim area where some people have never even heard of Jesus Christ. It was an experience I will never forget. After showing the Jesus Film and meeting with the elders of the villages, we were told that they would like their children to be raised Christian- they cannot change their religion but they want this for their kids. That’s huge. I traveled to other villages with Pastor TY. Being able to encourage each other in our faith, sharing our experiences as well as our hopes- this was a blessing to us all. I was able to be part of a few medical clinics we put on. Most of the country is not able to afford medical treatment so we would go to a village and set up for the day treating as many people as we could. People would walk for miles to come. I spent most of my time talking to the parents and playing with the kids.
I feel that one of my most unexpected blessings was building relationships out in the community and finding a group of friends to be a part of. I went to the cinema often to watch football (soccer) games. Going to the same cinema on the corner not far from JH gave me a group of buddies who not only welcomed me in but saved me a seat up front when it was my team playing. In the market I would visit many of the same places and often would arrive with them already knowing what I was looking for that day. I would often hear “Mommy Christie” or “Hopanda” (a Mende nickname) as I walked down the street. At one point I was off “the streets” for a few weeks as I battled Malaria (all fine now) and the first day back out I had questions from everyone all the way to town about where I had been and how I was now. I knew at that point that I had officially become part of Bo. I was able to find a group of friends to not only travel with and go out with on weekends, but to be able to rely on them and have a support system.
I LOVE the children, the staff and my job; and I love the community and my friends. However I do admit that it wasn’t always easy. We went through some staff changes that were not at all easy. We worked with UNICEF and the government in reuniting some of our children with family members. I had to learn and learn how to fit within a new culture. Witchcraft, Secret Societies, and other evils that I have never experienced became something I not only had to learn about but had to deal with in the community as well as those trying to get to our children or staff. I missed my family and friends, and at times running water and a subway sandwich. All this however made me turn to my Savior and Best Friend learning to rely on Him in a whole new way.
Before my Gramps passed away he wrote each of us a letter and in the letter he mentioned the great cloud of witnesses in Hebrews. He said he didn’t know what that looked like or if it meant he would be able to see us or not, but if he could he would be there watching us. My Gramps went through trying to observe and be a part of a different culture; he went through trying to decide what is good culture and what is culture that goes against biblical beliefs. He also knew me, and I wished I could talk to him often. Many times it led me back to Hebrews and this passage became one that carried me through. Hebrews 12:1-3 says "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart." At first I looked at this verse for comfort thinking of those with me. It then became encouragement thinking about those who have run this race- Noah was provoked, Moses was asked to do something he didn’t feel equipped for, Daniel had to trust God all the way to the Lion’s Den. The things I go through- someone has gone through before and chose to persevere through. How was I running my race? Towards the end the last part of this passage became my guide. Fix my eyes on Jesus. It’s not always going to be easy but if my focus is where it is supposed to be I can get through. The road is narrow and bumpy, filled with trials and those who want us to fail. But I know who I am doing this for. When I get tired and feel beaten down, I have to look up and refocus, throw off what is holding me down. You know what? Through all the tough stuff- I have never felt more joy. I knew my purpose and there is more joy in that than leading an easy life filled with all the worldly comforts we have.
I have so much to thank you for and I do thank you with all my heart. Your support brought me over and allowed me to stay; your prayers truly carried me through and believe me when I tell you I felt them; and your emails and words of encouragement gave me the boost and feeling of being part of a team that I needed. I believe with all that I am that we did this together and I am grateful. THANK YOU!!! I guess this leads to the big question of what’s next. I boarded that plane October 16th knowing I wanted to return. I needed to pray about it making sure this was God’s plan and not just mine. In so many ways he has affirmed to me since that this is where He has called me to be. After meeting with Roger and others in Iowa we came to the conclusion that all sides were in agreement with me being at Jonathan House for an extended period of time. So… it seems that May 19th will find me headed back to Salone. I will be doing many of the same jobs I had last time with maybe a few more. Being there for the full school year is important to me so I will not be coming home until sometime in July 2010. It is a long time to be away from family and friends and yet I have been blessed with people who love and support me here as well as there. This is the race God has called me to run. At this point it leads me to JH. I have to tell you that being in the place He has called me to be, having my purpose so much more defined- makes everything feel like less of a sacrifice and so much more like a blessing. There are times I cannot believe this is my life. For me being called a missionary and going to Africa sounds like such a big thing and something that doesn’t always fit me. FOr me, I firmly believe it is about loving God and building relationships. Getting to know people and loving them the way God has called me to and in turn sharing Jesus when the opportunity is presented- even if it takes years. For me it is not Africa I am going to, it is the people of Sierra Leone and more specifically Bo. I’m going to be a part of the team; one member of Jonathan House staff.

When my family was visiting me, a friendly battle developed between my sister Amy and Pastor Ibrahim (well actually pretty much all of JH). Amy would tell them they could have me but come October, I was going back to my family. Pst. Ibrahim would then tell her there was no October in 2008. Once October did come, they all began telling Amy to enjoy my "visit" because I was coming back to them. Soon after learning I would be returning Pst. Ibrahim told Amy that he'd won. He also mentioned that she is always welcome to come visit, but in order to see me she'll have to come to Jonathan House, because I am coming "home".

It will be HARD to leave Amy as well as the rest of my family and friends, but I am anxious to return. I LOVE being a part of these children's lives.

I do this on a volunteer basis and in turn need to raise support. If this is something you are interested in or if you are interested in sponsoring a child or supporting Jonathan's House itself please click on the following link.

http://www.geocities.com/ceekshermer/SupportChristie.html

I also know without a doubt that I cannot do this without prayer and encouragement. I have loved the connection this blog has given me with so many of you- many I would have never expected. Those tough days as well as those great days- knowing others are sharing in this with me and sending notes of encouragement- or even just sharing what is going on in their lives means a great amount to me. I thank you for what you have already done for me and for considering being a part of the next step in this journey. Every time I talk to someone from JH they tell me to greet my family and friends. They pray for you often and when I say it I mean it. Many nights at prayer time I would hear one of the kids saying let’s pray for Christie’s family, church, friends, or supporters (well they would say “suppotas” –no Rs but…). So please let me pass on their greetings to you. They realize that we are in this together and so do I.

Thanks again and God Bless,

Christie
ceekshermer@yahoo.com

My Sweet Nieces

Koryn and Alina

Getting Gas

There may be many different styles of gas pumps here in the US, but most (Angie?) of us can figure out how to use them and all of them are "put the hose in the tank and pull the trigger". One of the first things you learn when needing gas in Sierra Leone is that it doesn't work that way. I think this is one of the things that fascinated my dad the most.

Of course Salone too has it's range of pump styles- all of which are full service, so maybe it doesn't fully matter to the driver- because anyway you do it someone puts gas in your tank. In Freetown we did see a few modern gas stations (complete with a store with snacks inside) where there is a pump, you flip the switch and use the hose with the "trigger". Then you have the other extreme, (which we did have to use- once by myself) where you pull up to the guys on the side of the road- they use there one gallon measuring can and funnel and pore the gas into your tank. The way I got gas most often though was somewhere in the middle of these two. Almost all the stations around Bo look like these photos.

You pull into the station, chose petrol or diesel, say how many gallons, and they begin winding. The station in the bottom photo is one I went to often. For each gallon they have to push back and forth the handle this man is holding until the glass tank above is filled- this is one gallon. They then flip a switch and it runs through the hose into your tank- shake the hose a little so it all gets in there and then start again. Most people only by a couple gallons at a time- but I can only imagine how long it would take to fill your tank. I guess the one bonus is that all of these places are pay at the pump. :)

School Update

I posted some time ago about the new school being built at Jonathan House. I have received a photo that was taken December 12th. You can see much more of the school now, but there is still a long way to go.

January has come and gone

So Kari's birthday is long over- I know. However our family just celebrated it together the last week in January- so maybe my posts are not that far off.

A little catch up with what I've been doing this past month-

• Back to the nannying- had kids the last 3 weeks of January- three different families- one of which including a 14 month old- who was the easiest kid out of them all.
• Was able to meet some old friends for lunch and dinner in the cities and catch up- loved that.
• Attended a few Hockey games, soccer practices, dance and gymnastics, basketball games, and even a swim meet- all for kids 12 and under (so real competition I am talking about- SKILLS)
• Was able to head to Marshalltown to spend time with Steve, Amy, and Jack and meet their new little Henry.
• As mentioned- had dinner with my family including both grandmas in Duluth for Kari's birthday.
• Spent many hours in the car.
• Caught a few movies in the theaters (which I love to do) though most were kids flicks, I did manage to see Taken and Bride Wars.
• Watch the Super Bowl- Amy and I were seen jumping, screaming, hugging and then crying- well maybe not the last one but we really wanted those Cardinals to pull it out.
• Got a plane ticket back to Sierra Leone- May 19th.

Mostly kid stuff, and though I have a few good stories- I think for most of them you have to have been there or be a person who truly loves kids to want to read them each day- well maybe I'll start putting them on here and you can just decide for yourself from now on.

Sorry for the lack of posts and thanks to many of you who checked in on me to make sure I was still here.