About 5 or 6 weeks ago I posted a comment on Facebook (don't worry I am posting just a little there as I am here- so if we are not friends you are not missing much info. I am really lacking in technology time here lately and when I do get it late at night sleep is just too tempting- pray for energy for me. I have so much I want to post about- so regarding that, let me get back to this post at least) Back to the comment- I mentioned a women who had given birth to 3 sets of twins. Almost unimaginable. I guess that the first set of twins passed away some years ago. The second set is now four years and the third set would be 3 in November.



We met this family a few years ago and JCC has been giving the family a little support each month to help with food as the father of the first twins died- the second left when he found out it was twins and the third father is crippled. Honestly the amount we give them is not a lot but it is something. We were helping with formula for the youngest twins and in 2009 when the One-by-One team was here we were able to paint a room in their house and give them a double bed for the children to sleep on. Since that time I have seen the mother a couple times and the oldest twins but had not been back to the house.

Around 6 weeks ago we received a call early in the morning that the mother had passed away giving birth to her seventh child- a precious little girl. The mother now left behind her 5 living children and we are not even sure who the father of this last girl is. The grandmother is a loving lady but she is not working and unable to care for all these children. Our first goal was to get the baby somewhere she could be fed and properly cared for. At the time we thought Baby Rescue was the best place for her as that is what their program is all about- caring for infants who have lost their mothers. We worked with Social Welfare and the family for almost 3 weeks before the little girl was taken into Baby Rescue. We were able to help supply her with formula through that time but even with that the family was having a difficult time keeping her fed (there is great confusion here involving formula- it is either greatly watered down or they feed a bottle with formula and then the next time just water. For the first two days of her life they only gave her sugar water). When she was finally safe and into the home we started the process to see how to best help the other children.

The grandmother had been bringing the baby to us and then we would go to the hospital and Social Welfare together from JCC so up to this point I had still not been to the home. Part of the reason for this is that there are a couple aunts and uncles of these children- some would be able to care for the kids but as soon as they see me everyone will sit back and wait for me to take them. Of course I wanted them to be cared for but I also feel that the best place long term for these children are with their extended families- so we had talked with the leadership team at JCC and decided we would like to see if the family members would stand up first to care for the 4 remaining children. However when I went to the home to see the kids I was shocked at the condition of the youngest twins. The older 4 yr old twins LOOK GOOD. Healthy and almost chubby. However the little ones are VERY SMALL. At the time they were sitting on the ground and when I asked if they could stand or walk they said they could only stand but not walk- AT ALMOST THREE. The grandmother was really trying but obviously these little ones had been struggling for a long time even before their mother passed.

At this time we had already asked Social Welfare to look into this family and the children there but after the visit I talked with Mr. Miller again and he said he would visit them soon. We were expecting our 3rd team of visitors to arrive and I was on my way to Freetown so I did not push him to go any faster. I knew the kids were not where they needed to be health and development wise but they had been there for this long already and I decided I could deal with it when I returned. Joe and the 7 team members and I arrived back in Bo only to find out short time later that the youngest girl twin had died.

I took this one hard. She didn't have to die- she was malnourished and her body couldn't handle the cold she caught two days before. We were in the process of getting her into JCC- I wanted to have the chance to try to help her. Have I become a little calloused towards all I see? I mean there are so many kids out there who need help and I see situations like this often. I was so worried about the infant and when that was taken care of I didn't push too hard- should I have fought harder for her? Yes I am still struggling with this- especially as I look at her little brother everyday thinking she should be next to him. I have to let this rest in God's hands though. I don't understand it all. Of course I am not the one who could have saved her. I don't even know fully what her situation was. However it is hard for me not to go with the what ifs- and I really just wanted the chance to try to help her, but I still choose to trust him. As my mom said when I told her we were four days too late to try to save her- "You also could have been 5 days just in time to save Amos."

Social Welfare was already moving towards placing the youngest twins with us but when they also learned of the girl's death they moved faster and Amos was with us a couple days later. We informed the family that we would be coming to get him the next morning. We placed him in Mommy Alice's house (House 5- Galilee here at JCC) so she came with Pa Conteh and I as we went to pick him up. We arrived to see him holding onto the wall and walking- I was shocked. His tiny legs are like toothpicks that look about to break under him. However he was in a good mood and just the sweetest little boy. My heart ached for his grandmother. She had lost her daughter and granddaughter and even though this time was different- she was also having to say goodbye to her grandson and you could see the love she has for him radiating through her body. She had to hide as we took him away but I could see the tears streaming down her face as she repeated over and over- "Bissea, Bissea." (thank you, Thank you).



As we drove away Amos looked out the back of the jeep and cried but only for a short distance as mommy Alice sang to him. We drove straight to Gondama hospital. Upon our arrival they were kind enough to move us through quite quickly. The weighed and measured Ibrahim Amos. I honestly cannot remember his exact height but he only wieghed 6.6kg (around 14lbs). His height is pretty normal for his age so he is extremely underweight- at the very bottom of their charts. They told me an average weight for a child his height and age would be between 11-13kg. So our little Amos is half the weight he should be.

He is a trooper. They had to do blood tests and give vaccines and he would only cry for about 30 seconds and stop each time. He would look at me and Mommy Alice each time they pulled out his finger because he knew what they were going to do- but he would just make a sad face and leave his hand there for them to do what was needed. After all of it we were enrolled into a food program. This is great as they give us a weekly supply of Plumpy Nut (an enriched packet of food for severely malnourished children). the vitamins and nutrients he receives from this plumpy nut would be difficult for us to get him with our normal diet here. Now each Tuesday Amos and Mommy Alice go back out to Gondama (with the empty packets from each day to prove that he is eating it and we are not selling it as commonly happens here) and get Amos weighed and receive his next weeks supply. After one week with us he weighed in at 7.5kg- almost a full kg in one week. The medical records we had for him showed that in March of 2009 he had visited the doctor and weighted 5.8kg- so in 2 years he had gained less than one kilogram and now with one week of good food he had gained the same amount.

Beyond my thankfulness for his improved health, I am blessed by this little boy. He has the greatest personality. He is quick to smile and easy to sooth. He LOVES to be with me or Mommy Alice. Well actually this in the last week has started to show another not so easy side to his personality. If he is playing with the kids he is fine until one of us walks by- then he screams and screams wanting us to take him. At this point it is not so easy to soothe him. However if he is sick or hurt or tired he is not too fussy. He is eating well, walking better each day and even talking more. He is a Mende boy and speaks only Mende- I hope he keeps this. I encourage the moms to speak Mende to him as I know he will pick up the Krio and English quickly from the kids but I don't want him to loose his Mende.

I still look at him and feel an ache wondering what it would be like to see Amos and his sister together- to watch all the kids wanting to carry Amos to also be able to carry her. However I can also look at him and smile seeing not only how the food, medicine, and LOVE are improving his life but also how much he is adding to our home here.

Again I am learning over and over that I will not understand all, I will not be able to solve everything that I think I can but through it everything God is faithful and trustworthy. Each day I choose not only to serve him, but to love and obey him. To follow where he leads and to (try) not worry or fear. How come when we see the trials, struggles, pain and difficulties we are also more open to see and experience his love, peace, joy and BLESSINGS?!?!

(I have tried for 2 days to add Amos's photo but the upload is not working so you'll have to wait for that one)

Please continue to pray for Amos and his two older sisters. They are staying with an Aunt and the grandmother and at the time are doing well. With the "burden" lifted from the aunt and grandmother we feel these two can now get what they need and continue to grow healthy and be loved and cared for by their family. We will continue to check in on them as I am sure Amos's grandmother will continue to check in on him here.

One last thing- Amos arrived when there was a team of 42 people from all over the states and Canada staying here with us. He is now a BIG fan of the PUMOIS ("white" people- even though not all are white that is what they called them as a group). Thanks guys for helping us welcome and love our newest family member.

Are we gonna make it?

Set out for a road trip with a group of friends. Made it 9 of the 52 miles and had a breakdown.Didn't seem to dim anyone's spirits- except mine a little maybe. Obviously I have no control over the car but still you feel a little responsible when it's your car holding the group up.

No worries though- they ALL thought they were mechanics and could help. Kai (my REAL mechanic) was kind enough to hop on a honda and come out to where we were and find a temporary solution so we could continue on our way. Not sure how safe the solution was but we did make it there and back and had a great time together.

ICE CREAM

Some weeks ago we had a visitor come to us at JCCM. Her name is Auntie N and she is a Sierra Leonean who has lived in the States for some time now. I know this because when she wanted to do something for the kids, she asked me if she left money would I be able to buy ice cream for all the kids. Yes this is an Auntie just like me. :) I had wanted to get the kids "real ice cream" but unfortunately the supermarket did not have any at this time. It could have been a good thing because the times I have taken different children for ice cream 7 out of 10 times the kids do not like it. I think this might be because they are not used to eating too many cold foods and they are definately not used to dairy products. This time I was able to find popsicles and they were VIMTO popsicles. Vimto is a popular soft drink here so how could you miss with that.

Most of the popsicles ended up in the kids mouth but there was a bit running down their arms, on their clothes, on the table, the ground, my lap.... the fear of cold foods was still there for some but the flavor made them go back for more. I laughed so hard as the kids would take a lick and say "Why?" with a funny look on their face about how cold it was and then take another lick and say "Why? " again.

Even little Amy enjoyed her popsicle. Honestly these young ones are the kids who like it most and though I enjoy this fact it also causes a few problems. When you start them young, they tend to not only like it but often want more. The number of times my little ones have come to the hut asking for ice cream makes me laugh and get a little tired of it all at the same time.

We are all so thankful for Auntie N and the treat she gave us. Not only to be able to eat something we are not able to have very often but to also make us feel special and loved.

Been a Couple Weeks- Tough ones for Salone

Before I fully start this post I wanted to show you what we are doing now. As I am running the generator to finally get some emailing and posting done some of the little ones are here watching Veggie Tales with me. After taking this photo a bunch more have come to join us. Children in class one and above are having study time and are bummed to miss out. Tomorrow will be there night. I have to admit I do love having the little ones in here with me laughing, dancing, screaming and really just brightening up my night.

Well.... things here in Sierra Leone have been interesting to say the least. I cannot remember if I mentioned in my last post our troubles with fuel. In the couple days before our trip to Mattru and Rutile finding fuel was becoming difficult. Finally starting the 24th of April the fuel stations completely such down the petrol pumps. This meant that we took the Hilux as it runs on Diesel and the jeep began it's long sit.

The stations remained closed and even closed to all Diesel for a few days in the very first days of May. During this time you could find fuel if you searched HARD but you would buy it at $12 a gallon. NOT ME. Needless to say that everything was becoming very difficult. Not only was transport hard to come by- when you could find it it was MORE than double what it was only days before, but the cost of EVERYTHING has increased- even superglue. Not that that is an item I NEED but just showing you that every little thing has gone up.

Finally last Tuesday the petrol stations finally opened- IT WAS MADNESS. The lines were ridiculously long and the fighting was scary. JK went with his honda to wait in line but as he watched the hondas infront of him lose their mirrors and turn signals he decided to leave it. I thought I would just sit it out for a few days and then we would be fine. Four days into it a friend of mine went to sit in the line for us- after 5 hours he finally walked away with around 2 gallons as they were limiting the amount you could buy. The lines have continued to be crazy and yet again all stations closed this Tuesday. We were able to get a few gallons into the jeep when our friend Jawara who is in the Military used his connections to get fuel Saturday and then again Sunday when we happened to see a somewhat short line. This lasted us until today when I went to town and saw NO line. I ran home to get the jeep and a few extra 5 gallon containers.

Some have said the crisis may finally be over and others think this is a small break. I am not sure what it is but rather than take the risk I filled up. Now we are all enjoying (well the little ones and I) the use of some of this fuel and the new generator some of you helped me to buy. THANK YOU so much for it. I have to say not only is it extremely useful and easy to use- it is even a little pretty as it is bright yellow.

I know many of you are wondering why the crisis- there could be many reasons and honestly I cannot be sure of it all- but I will tell you what I know. Right now a large portion of Africa is facing great difficulties in getting it's people what they need. I know some of our neighbors and even those on the East Coast are struggling to get food. Part of what is effecting us is the economic difficulties all around us. There is a guestion as to how much fuel we have in our country and how long it will last. This obviously is part of the reason. However even in the first days our governement sent out text messages saying their is enough fuel in the country to last 3 months and there is no reason we shouldn't be able to buy fuel and we shouldn't have to wait in line. Well that's great and thanks for telling me- however at the time they sent this out all stations wer closed- no matter what they told us I could not buy fuel so... They did admit to a bit of a shortage but then explained the following reason.

The other reason is that the government has decided to move to the metric system. We have been buying fuel by the gallon and now are buying by the liter. Many fuel stations are not set up for this. Even the fuel station I went to most is still not open as the hand pumps are not able to pump by liter. It took the stations a long time to accept this and then to be able to put it into action. Even now there is a large question as to how accurate these pumps are. We did buy 12 liters which only measured out to two gallons in the middle of all this- it was the most expensive fuel I have bought as it was $8 per gallon.

Now that things are somewhat settled fuel is supposed to be around Le 20,000 for 4 liters and this in their terms measures out to roughly 1 gallon and maybe even less (their liters are not true liters). Many times however we are buying it for Le 25,000 per 4 liters. This is around $5 to $6 per gallon and this is where it should remain for sometime. It will take sometime still for the food and other items to find their price. Many worry again about lines and such as they would like to move these items into metric measurements as well. Often now we buy rice buy the bag measured in pounds or in the market by the cup. Palm oil (used almost everyday to cook) is sold by the pint and now they also want to sell this by the liter. If any of you have been to the market here you can already see how difficult this will be.

Pray for the people here as so many are unemployed and those who are employed make an average of $50-$75 per month. With a bag of rice now costing around $35 money is gone quite quickly. Tensions are a bit high and many are worried about what happens next. The other item that is starting to come up often is the Presidential election next year. With things the way they are and elections always having high tension already- it could be a very interesting year.

This morning in our morning staff devotions as Pastor Ibrahim was talking the Fruits of the Spirit kept running through my mind. Often I can tell when I am close to God- truly spending time with him and when I am not by using the Fruits of the Spirit as a measuring stick of sorts. Being totally honest with you now- when I am not spending time with God I can tell most in my lack of patience- with myself and everyone around me. Now don't get me wrong- that is something I always have to work on but in times of distance I feel it even more. I thought about how often we tell each other to pray and seek God when things are difficult but are we really following him and desiring to be like him. If we are then we will be able to see it in our lives- and in a time like this it made me smile when I thought of PEACE. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, and self control. PEACE- not a peace like the world gives- but a peace that can only come from GOD. Though this time here in Sierra Leone we can know that we will ALL face difficulties- Christians and Muslims and Non-believers alike. However we can know that in seeking God he will gives us a peace through it all. Please pray this especially for the House moms here at Jonathan's House. Each day I know they worry often about the cost of food and supplies- I know they are spending their own money to give their best to the children here. This time is a huge witnessing time for our kids. The way the moms, staff and I go through this time will give evidence of where our faith is and show the children we love so much just how great our God is.

Now as the Veggie Tales movie has just ended and it is prayer time and then bed time- I am going to go as well. (However after prayer time I have to admit it just might be time for me to watch a movie of my own:))

Easter and Independence Day

I am a bit bummed as the internet is too slow to upload pictures today- but that doesn't mean I can't at least tell you about our long weekend.

Our kids have been on break from school since last Friday. We have a long break because of Easter as well as April 27th being Sierra Leone's 50th Independence Day- BIG DEAL! It has been fun to have the kids home- nothing too exciting happened the first few days but I still enjoyed just getting some more time with the kids. We took a number of walks to the junction and to town. The little ones followed me EVERYWHERE. I cooked with the moms and aunties- really we just had a good time being together.

Friday came and going to Good Friday service is an important thing. After quickly cooking for the day we headed to church. We had thought that church was at 10am but got a call that it was early due to the Baptism Service at the river. So we hopped into the jeep and rushed to get there only to find out that we were right the first time. Oh well we were able to spend some time chatting with our other friends who arrived early. Service was good and afterwards I was able to have lunch with friends and spend sometime waiting for the mechanics to fix the jeep after a breakdown- since that took a good portion of my day I missed the football match my boys won but was able to get some time with the girls in the evening.

Saturday was cleaning day for all of Salone- the last Saturday of the month is a day where no one is allowed to go out before 10am. You are to use this time to clean up around your area- with the Big Day coming this week it was even more important to do this. The kids and I worked on our compound and then Fatty and I headed to the market. Our group of friends were coming over for game night so Fatty helped me make some fried plantains, sweet potatoes, and donuts with gravy- it was delicious and the game night was just what I needed. You know how I love games and it was great to just spend some fun time with friends.

Sunday morning brought an EARLY morning for all. Of course we do not have the Easter Bunny or colored eggs here- that part of Easter has not reached here. However our tradition here is to rise early and go around singing songs of how Christ has Risen- He is Alive. In some ways the time reminds me of Christmas morning. The kids are so anxious to get up and go out to sing. I heard them very close to 5am. I think the mom's may have had to hold some of them in the house until 5 and at that time the rushed out to share with those close to us just who Jesus is and what he did for us. Yes I admit- I smiled as I layed in bed, called out to them all and then went back to sleep for another hour. :)

Church services Sunday were long but filled with loud singing and dancing. If there is one thing that is done here in church it is dancing. It meant a lot to me to have so many come give me special Easter greetings as even though I enjoyed all here- I do miss being with my family at this time. The mom's here also took great care of me as I had three different meals for lunch. They all wanted me to have some of theirs and I was grateful- though I just couldn't eat it all- another blessing for the security and kids. Sunday evening I was able to spend some time with Auntie Margaret and her family. It is always nice to just sit in a house and spend some family time together.

NOW comes MONDAY- the big outing day. With it being Easter weekend and then having the big 50th Independence day on Wednesday the area UBC churches came together for an outing- a day spent at the river with loud music, food and drinks. All of our kids were able to attend thanks to a gift we received from Auntie N- who was visiting from the states. The mom's and older girls prepared some very FINE food- the kids all dressed in their JCC shirts and we headed out to the River. Our kids danced the whole day away. There were so many comments from others about how good our kids were and how much fun they were having and how they made the outing better for everyone. I loved it and so did everyone else. There was a dance competition and our kids represented us well. It was a long day though and I know the kids all collapsed into bed when we reached home. I was also able to stay a bit longer to spend time with friends. This was a great day for us. It is so good for our kids to get out and even better when we can be an example and inspiration to others. I love seeing the smiles and laughter on their faces.

So yes- we have had a wonderful Easter. Now I am headed off to Mattru and Rutile with some friends for a music launching. We will be in Mattru tonight and Rutile tomorrow night- so we will spend the Independence day there- they have a large sport competition and then our concert at night. Two of my girlfriends share their birthday with Salone's Independence and we will be there together. I look forward to how this time traveling together will continue to build these relationships. Often this is a time when we connect the most and I am blessed to have it come early in my time here.

So yeah- they are just calling that we are ready to go. This post was a bit of a rambling and I have been interupted by the kids a number of times and didn't really go back to see where I was- so I pray it makes sense. I realize that I have not posted in a while and last you all knew I was sick. I wanted to get something out to let you know I am better (still a little weak but coming up fine) and I also wanted to let you know the kids are doing well and enjoying their holiday.

Hopefully pictures will be coming soon.

It's a bit early but I got the official welcome to Africa...

MALARIA.

I honestly am shocked by how quickly this happened as well as how severe it was this time. I decided not to take Malaria meds this time- preventative meds (yes after consulting with my doctor) since I will be here for a long period, since I know the symptoms, the cost of the drugs being so high, the effects the drugs themselves have on your body long term... it was not just a rash decision. However I did not think I would be feeling the effects of this decision so soon.

Thursday I had not had much appetite but I could have attributed that to many things. As I went to bed that night I prayed for a long time. I have not been sleeping well and I was just asking God to give me a good nights rest. I awoke Friday morning with a smile on my face- I didn't remember a thing from the night before. I read my bible a bit, got out of bed to get ready to go for a walk and as I stood up I was surprised at how weak I was. After getting ready I decided to skip the walk as I was out of breath just from that. When the time came I headed up to the office and it was all I could do to make it through- answer a few questions and get back to my room.

When I made it to my chair I realized I had a high fever and was very nauseous. I was extremely weak, my whole body ached... By 11am I had emptied everything that was in me and more and was barely able to move. I knew what it sounded like (malaria) but the previous times it came on slowly, feeling a few of the symptoms and then feeling better and then a few more. This to me happened in a matter of hours. Maybe I brought the flu with me and it took forever to come out- everyone was sick before I left.

By 4:30 all my pride and sense of "just fight through it" was gone. I called Auntie Margaret. She is JK's mom but also a very qualified nurse. She came and tested me for Malaria and when it came back positive she had the treatment right there with her. This is a new kind that MSF has been using for it's medical staff so they are not down as long. She even sat with me after I took it and rubbed my back trying to help me relax and make sure the medicine stayed down.

That night I fought between being extremely hot and freezing. When the fever was so strong again I got up, washed, took more meds, and prayed for some sleep and relief. I awoke the next morning colder than ever. I had on two long sleeve shirts, my thick fleece and two blankets. Finally my fever broke but then the dry heaves were back. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I really thought this day would have been the beginning of the end. I had to fight through another whole day of it. Auntie Margaret came back to visit along with JK- as did the kids and staff all day long on and off. My dear Mabel moved into the hut and just sat near me quietly most of the day- that is until she fell asleep and snored loudly:)

Praise God when I woke up this morning the fever and nauseousness were gone. Yes I am still weak but that is to be expected and I will make it through.

I have been sleeping under my net and using bug spray but not the first night in Freetown- maybe that was it or who knows- all I know is that little bug carrying this big bug made it's way through. But through this really difficult few days have come some great blessings.

Not only have the kids and staff done their best to take care of me and comfort me, as well as Auntie Margaret and plenty other friends but today "My group of good friends" came over right after church to pray with me. They came in and say awhile but then said even though they could see that I was getting better- they had come to pray and still planned to do so. We started with a few songs and in the middle they changed the songs to personally fit me- Honestly I was so touched in that moment. They continued to all pray out loud over not only my health but my job, my house, my relationships, my emotions... I was really moved and uplifted. I know that after such and exhausting ordeal my emotions were already raw but this would have impacted me even if they weren't. My relationships in our large group times have been great and easy to get back into, but honestly at times the one on one and the depth is hard to know where it stands- then something like this happens and I have faith and confidence that it is there and will grow.

So yeah- I am sure there is more to say but my brain is not at full capacity yet. There are more struggles to come, some I am aware of and some that I am not. I stand comforted in knowing that it is not I alone here- for in my weakness he is made strong. These attacks are drawing me closer to him- so though I am not liking the attacks themselves I am thankful for that aspect and continue to focus on God, who he is, and what he is asking of me.

If there is one thing I can ask of you????

Please keep praying.
C

Market Day

Saturday Jerry, Stevie and I took off for the market with clothes shopping in mind. Jerry had some birthday money to spend thanks to Mommy Brenda and Hindalo and wanted to get some new short trousers as he calls them. I also wanted to pick up a few things for some of the other children. However I admit to being a little nervous this time. In the past the market has been nothing to scare me but being out of practice and buying things that I am not as sure of the usual price made me with I had been "working out my market muscles" a little more :) At the end of the day I think we did fine. We managed to get 13 pairs of pants and 4 shirts for under $25. I have no doubt we could have done better but I also think we could have done worse and to top it all of we came home with smiles so that is the true test of a successful shopping day. The boys wanted to "send for" their mom. That means they wanted to get her something while we were in town. Not every time am I able to buy for everyone- that would get expensive quickly- but I appreciated where their hearts were and also have been very thankful for what the moms have been doing. We decided to get something for all 5 moms. I asked them what they wanted to get and after throwing out some options they decided they wanted to get them some cream- so off to the shop we went. At this point I thought it would be easy- just buy some cream and go home. They wanted to look at and smell the different creams. The other ladies in the shop were just smiling. SO WAS I- I love these boys and was so pleased to see the effort they were taking for their mom. They love Mommy Erica dearly already- as do the other children their moms. These ladies deserved this treat as well as the care and effort that went into selecting it.

Families reunited... so great to see. Mabel and Patrick have been with us for some time now but their little sister Gifty has been staying with an Auntie in Bo #2. Their father is blind and their mother passed away after giving birth to Gifty. At that time Mabel and Patrick came to us but with Gifty being so small and requiring extra care the lady who had delivered her decided to keep her for sometime and give her the attention she needed.

I would not be able to tell you the number of times Mabel would ask me when Boi (as she calls her) was going to come live with us. Mabel is a little mother to Patrick and feels the same towards Gifty even though she has spent little time with her. Before I left last fall I visited Gifty frequently (we had sporadically since I had come)- you see Gifty's knees are turning in and we have been trying to see what the doctors can do for her. So almost twice a week I would go pick her up and bring her to the government hospital where they put casts on and off- checked things- rehabbed... you name it and each time I would arrive to take Gifty she would scream and turn away from me. I would offer her a biscuit and sweet and she still would not come- she would just turn her head away from me. Once we were in the car she would stop crying and let me take her anywhere- even only crying silent tears when they would work with her- but she never really grew to like me. SO when I saw her at the compound I expected her to cry again- instead she came right up to me and said "Hi mommy Christie" I cannot believe how much she talks- and how much she is just like her brother Patrick. Even to the point that when I tel the kids to go to their own houses- she will look at them all and tell them to go home and then she will come inside the hut and shut the door. The first time I came and Patrick was her age he used to do the same thing.

Another family reunited is Sallay and Kaddie Charles. Sallay attended our school for the past couple years. Last year while JK and I were in America her father passed away. Her mother is still alive but has a very difficult time caring for the children- providing food and place to stay. Before I returned Social Welfare had brought Sallay to us so she could continue school. For some reason at that time they decided to have Kaddie stay with her mom. I guess that situation did not work out too well and around the same time Gifty came to us so did Kaddie. She is a bright, smiley, funny, trouble causing toddler. She and Sallay are also happy to be together again and Kaddie has now also started nursery school.

This one is for MAMA B- LB your girl asked me to take a snap of her for you and this is her pose- she is all Sass. I just love Betty- and I know you do too. (As do so many more of you) Mommy Elle- here is your precious girl in her birthday dress. The shoes were a bit small but as you see the dress fits fine. Everyone danced around her and let her know how beautiful she looked. Her mom (also Alice- did you know that- Alice is in Mommy Alice's house) dressed her and added this bow along with the recent bow you sent. She is talking so much now- and still thinks she is the boss of all the little kids (even though a little bigger than she is)

Just so you know that I really am here- a quick photo of me and one of my sweet girls. Mabel has been a bit attached lately- so much so that at times I have to ask Mommy Erica to bring her back home just like they have to come for some of little kids.

There is such great love here- on both sides.

African Food

Well I am not starving by any means. I admit that I was a little worried whether I would have to ease into the food again- for the taste and for my stomach. SO far the food has been delicious and I have had plenty. For the first couple days I had 4-5 lunches and 4-5 dinners per day. This made the kids and our security VERY happy as they were able to eat a good portion of it. I thought when I arrived I would be able to loose weight quickly but at this rate... My dear friends Emmanuel and Fatty (who also happen to work for JCCM) brought me a wonderful welcome dinner that was actually a feast last night. I was also to go out to dinner with my friend Violet- so even though the mothers at the home are now on a rotation to feed me each day the food is still coming in. I feel very taken care of. This past Sunday I was able to worship with my friends and family at my church here again. It felt great to be back. The number of people who came to greet me- even while the service was on- surprised me. There is one area here that is difficult for me to get used to (and to even blog about it but in full honesty- here it is). One's size and weight is free topic of converation here. You know at home we never mention it and if so it is very carefully stated- whether you are skinny or larger. Here they walk right up to me and say "Oh- you are so fat." or the word they will use often is bump. Some comment how good I look and say I look fresh. Others say I am even more beautiful like this. Some say you will reduce as you stay here longer. Others say oh- what happend... the comments go on and on. To all of them I just say "I know" or "Thank you". I do not know how to respond- and in this area I am very much an American- I do not talk about it and don't like to. So even though church was good and it was great to see people I was a bit exhausted and ready to be home. This is the way it will go for a time now and then it will stop for a bit. As I loose weight and people notice- it will start again for a little while. I guess in some ways it is healthy, others... it is just a part of the culture here. So yes I am loving the food- yes people are very thankful to have me back- and yes I will try to walk more and enjoy the gifts of food in small portions.

Yes I am that OLD.

A few weeks before my birthday I was spending some time in Marshalltown with the Stepec family. (along with visiting a few other friends and getting things set with Jonathan House). This family is one of those closest to my heart and these boys... I cannot tell you how much I love them and truly enjoy spending time with them. The last evening I was there Jack started asking in the afternoon if we could have dessert yet- after dinner dessert. Steve would kindly tell him after dinner and swimming lessons- he struggled to wait and when he brought it out I understood why. They threw me the sweetest surprise party ever. Steve made this brownie in the shape of Africa- very good map skills. They know I love brownies a whole lot more than cake. We pretty much finished it all off- Henry eating almost ALL of the M&Ms. He had just reached over and grabbed the first one in the photo above. Our party was complete with a few rounds of ring-around-the-rosie and help opening some great for Africa gifts. This was a truly touching moment for me and one I loved sharing with this family.The weekend of my birthday my extended family got together one evening for a ton of eating and even more LOUD talking and laughter. Nick, Jamie and kids came for the weekend along with Mike, Lor and girls and even Kari surprised me. A good number of Shermers joined us Sat night. Below are three of my favorite girls. They are growing older every minute and I know coming home in October I will have to "get to know them" again. I love being able to have such real conversations with them.Sunday morning Amy, Kari and I headed to Duluth. We were meeting some friends at Grandma's in Canal Park for lunch. We went a little early to hit the Lake Walk. The ocean here in Sierra Leone is beautiful but it is crazy how much I miss the lakes. With ice break in process it was fun to watch the large chunks floating and crashing against each other. Also beyond thankful for a day with my sisters.The burger at Grandma's was fantastic- one of the best I have had (that is until my dad cooked burgers on the grill my last Sunday home- none compare to his). The company however was many times better. It is so hard to be able to travel around and say goodbye to each of my friends so this was a great chance to hang out together and be able to see them again before I left. They each are in my life from different times and each mean a great deal to me even if we are not able to get together often. At this point I thought my birthday celebrations were finished. As much as I like ice cream, love, and gifts I do not love being the center of attention so it was just fine with me that it was over. However I was wrong. The Saturday after I arrived JK came to pick me up so we could get some dinner together. When we took a tour all around Bo I started to think that something might be up as he kept checking his phone and then driving further. We pulled into the studio "to pick something up" to find our close group of friends all there (minus one). They had talked and wanted to be with me for my birthday and welcome me back. We had a great dinner together (thanks Belinda, Violet, and Monica for all their hard work- they cooked a small chicken for each one of us along with sides and fine drinks). The party itself was a gift but then they each stood up to say what they felt about me as well as welcoming me back "HOME". A precious moment and gift I will not soon forget. Honestly I was not looking forward to being 30. We have all these ideas of where we should be at thirty and I was not in many of those places. Not only am I not settled in a house with a husband and kids- here I am headed off again to an underdeveloped country in West Africa- beyond that it is a HOT country (however the lack of electricity means there are always cold "showers" to cool me off). I am okay with this. I am not ever going to be on the "American path"- how many are? I am in a place that 10 years ago I would never have envisioned but have come to love. God has brought me through difficult times and given me such an honor to be used by him here. What is 30- another number yes. AND maybe more. I have learned much more about myself. I am more confident in who I am. I know my boundaries more. I have more depth. I am okay saying no and not pleasing everyone (a big accomplishment from where I was even 5 years ago). I have grown bounds in my faith, friendship with and reliance on God. Oh there is so much more. God has done much over these years- given me experiences I will not forget and that have shaped who I am. So yes I am that old- and I am okay with it. (most days :)

My hut is still standing.

** each time I go back and edit this to add the paragraphs and breaks in this LONG post it keeps putting it back in one paragraph so- I guess it will stay that way- good luck in reading it. Praise God for a great journey here. If you talked to me at all in the last week before leaving you knew that the traveling was not something I looked forward to- especially checking in at the airport and getting through security each time I had to. (I guess from the blog you would know that as well :)) This was probably the best trip I have ever had to Salone. The worst thing was a few drops of coke spilt on my knee by the lady next to me and onto the strap of my bag. Not too bad. A moment of panic wanted to come as Amy, Mom, Dad and I walked up to the counter with my six suitcases and the lady tells me that the max you can take is five. I have called the airline once a week for the past three weeks before leaving to ask about luggage- I wanted to give her a piece of my mind and looked over to see that each member of my family was ready to do the same but the lady was so nice and helpful we just couldn't. She said she would figure it out and did. Then sent it all through and for $50 less than I expected. I made it. Well through that moment- next was having to say goodbye to my fam. A few tears were shed but we did well. I only had to go through two check points and made it through each smoothly. I think I resemble a terrorist since I am almost always chosen for the pat down and emptying my carry-on for them to check it all. I know that I am not doing anything wrong and will make it through but I do not enjoy repacking right in the middle of the airport. No need this time. This could get quite long as the trip did take two days but other than getting very tired of sitting (and for the first time having swollen feet after the trip) it was a fine trip. Arriving in Freetown I was able to call Joe and JK and knew they were just outside. After getting through customs a friend from Rutile met me and now works at the airport. He helped me through what often can be a hair raising experience of getting out of the airport with no trouble at all AND WITH ALL SIX suitcases. This is a huge deal. My family came with 8- lost 2. First time they came I think the team came with 12- lost 5. Other teams same deal so- just me and my 6 suitcases leaving the airport on the same trip was the final piece to an amazing trip that did my heart wonders. I walked out the door to see Joe and JK just past the gate. What a great feeling to walk up and get hugs from both before literally being dragged into the taxi. Here you have to take a ferry or helicopter to get to Freetown- with the helicopter being $80 and the ferry being $1.25 we always take the ferry. This time we would have had to wait for 3 hours so we decided to take one of the long wooden boats. Not the first time but definitely the first with this much luggage. After arriving on Freetown's side we headed to a fine dinner to celebrate Joe's birthday complete with ice cream for dessert. Probably my last real ice cream for some time (I guess that large dish at home was not really the last:)). We had a great night together catching up at the guest house and then walking around Ftown a little the following morning before heading to Bo. I have to admit that as excited as I was to get there and see everyone it is also a little overwhelming. We turned onto the JCC road and not too far down people started shouting "mommy Christie, Mommy Christie!" oh we laughed and it continued all the way to the gate. The kids came running . I jumped out and was met with hundreds of little hugs and smiles and laughter. Even the youngest ones who had not even met me yet came running with smiles- NO TEARS- also kinda a big deal as most small kids are afraid of the pumois. Oh yes my Patrick was there- even Sallay came RUNNING and yelled "Mommy Christie" She is talking a lot now- and I heard it the first day. However the last couple days she is around me but quiet now. I understand this about her. This is her way to show me I have to earn my way back in- I will do it but it was great to see that her first reaction was one of joy. After all the hugs and how are yous there is a moment of wondering if it will all fall back into place and I think that was a question in the back of my mind as Joe and JK pulled out of the compound. No need to worry though. We chatted and chatted that evening and I know I am home again. Many friends have come to greet me and I have been able to visit others. Church today was a bit crazy as so many came to welcome me home- and that is what they say- "You have come home." More to share when the time permits- hopefully my next post will be about the great birthday month this has been for me. The parties did not end in MN as last night a group of friends had a surprise birthday/welcome home party for me. Yes I miss my family and friends in the USA but am feeling beyond blessed and completely loved- by all these people but most of all by God as he has shown me so much through these few days. The ways in which he has given me peace and comfort, assurance and confidence... that I really am in his hands and that He IS taking care of me- I should NOT worry. I do realize you are looking forward to pictures- they will come. Thanks again for the prayers along the way. I am also loving the emails and comments when I get a chance to read them. SOOOOO MANY greetings from all here to all of you there.

The Journey Begins Again

You would think after this many times it would just be a breeze- however I have a lot of anxiety each time I travel (well travel to Sierra Leone). Checking in (this time with 6- yes six- suitcases- what?!?!) actually getting on the flight (remember the time JK and I got sent home and asked to come the next day, rescheduling flights, taking an expensive taxi back to Mike and Lor's, getting out of travel mode....) going through security with some odd things I travel with to an underdeveloped country- 3 TIMES, and just all the joys of waiting in airports, take-offs and landings, sitting on a plane for 8 hours twice... BUT think of the welcome I will receive when I finally reach Freetown. That is one of the things that will get me through the goodbyes on this side (though I will still shed some tears and carry some sadness with me). Enough whining already right? We had a great trip down to the airport- Mom, Dad, Amy and both Grandmas and I left our house around 4pm. We met Nick, Jamie, Koryn, and Asa and Erbert and Gerberts (you know how I love sandwiches) for a quick dinner and another chance for some hugs. Of course a bit of laughter filled the place and we lingered with some really good Minnesota Goodbyes and then the 6 of us were off again. This time we decided to stay at a hotel near the airport so there is less stress in the morning. Even though we arrived after 8:30- we had a FULL PARTY here until after 1am. My sister Kari joined us along with uncle Dean, Mike, Lor, Sophie, and Isabelle and friends LB and Lancelot. Let's just say our neighbors and thankful we stayed at a decent hotel with good sound proofing. This is one of the great parts of traveling. Each time before I leave we usually meet for a meal with this group and at times a few more- the schedule just wasn't set up for that so everyone came here. LOVE this. So after the parents and grandmas headed to bed in the next room those of us left made sure I had what I needed and was organized well for getting in and out of check points with less stress. Then I had to practice putting my carry-on above my head many times to make sure it would easily get into the over head bins as it is not light. Carrying it African style was a whole lot easier on the back and arms- I'm just not sure that my balance is good enough. Anyway- Dad just walked in and asked if we are ready to go- ummm not yet. So I had better run. I leave today at 11am our time and will arrive in Lungi, Salone at 12:50 our time. The first night we will stay in Freetown and Friday morning head to Bo. I cannot wait to see my friends tomorrow night- and really am looking forward to Friday morning pulling into the JCC compound and seeing all my kids. Thanks for your prayers and support- I'll let you know shortly after I reach

Our Buddy Mad Dog

In the midst of getting ready to move back to Sierra Leone I had to say one final goodbye that was a TOUGH one.

He was a member of our family, our protector, our comforter, our best friend- OUR MADISONIt is so hard to come to the point when you know you have to let him go. And it is not just hard for us- it is hard for his little buddies as well.

Snow Sculptures

These photos are from WEEKS ago- but hey the snow was also supposed to be gone by now so I figure I can still post them as it feels like we are still in the midst of Winter. Amy, the dogs and I headed over to Ely one Sunday afternoon to see all the snow sculptures. I am amazed at what these people can do. We did take some photos but they do no justice to seeing it with your own eyes. All I can think is that my brain does not work the same way as these fine folks. These sculptures are huge and so detailed. All my mind sees is a huge pile of snow and that I could probably build a snow fort and dig some tunnels into it but beyond that I see just getting the part I want right and then carving the next section only to have that part fall off on the ground. :)

We took the dogs for a walk afterwards and then headed to get some ice cream- cold weather is no reason to skip this fine cold treat. My dad started a (probably bad) habit long ago by getting an ice cream cone for Madison and now Sage and Gabee love ice cream as well. So they too shared a cone. Our vet did say they have amazingly healthy teeth- could it be that little extra calcium?

Those Crazy Shermers

Sunday found Grandma Shirley, Amy, Mom, Dad and I spending the day together. After naps for everyone we all headed into town for Sunday Night Alive (a worship service at our church). Though we are social people we do not often stay for the food and socializing afterwards however Grandma ALWAYS does and since we were riding together we decided that we would stay with her.

Grandma Shirley has always been the LAST person to finish eating and since having a little teeth trouble lately she is BY FAR the last person finished. We have come to work it out so that Grandma always gets her food first and starts eating before we even see our own food. We tried that again this night but we were still finished long before she was. With things still to do at home and a long week ahead Amy and I were trying to sneak her food to help her finish faster- all of a sudden Grandma dropped her coffee which then spilled into her Nachos. "Well I guess we can go home now" :) We did offer her more but she declined and after much laughter and cleaning up we started to head out.

Mom and Grandma had gone up first and were on their way out to the car. Grandma is holding mom's arm and they are chatting on their way to the car- walking so carefully together through the parking lot. Just as mom opens Grandma's door they hear loud footsteps coming at them quite quickly. At that moment Mom dropped Grandma's arm and left her- running towards her own door. Grams moved extremely quickly around her door and literally jumped into the car. Amy, Dad, and I are racing to the car and by the sound of the footsteps they both just knew what was happening and they were not going to lose either.

How many families race to the car with their 81 year old grandmothers, parents in the 50's and the youngest child being 24? We do and this was not the first nor will it be the last. However this time we all laughed a bit more as we replayed the scene of mom helping her mom so kindly and gently get to the car and without a word dropped her not wanting to lose the race herself. At that same moment Grandma had such speed and agility and looked like someone who had no need for help in the first place.

These simple yet crazy moments I will miss the most. I love my wacky family and am truly one of them.

So really what have I been up to and WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?

Covering the past two years on one sheet of paper is a difficult task for me. I would love to have you all over for a fine African feast and a great chat afterwards in our living room. Since that is not possible for everyone I will try my best here.

The ways in which God has stretched me, challenged me, blessed me, humored me, and allowed me to be used are more that even I will know. The same is true for each of you in this journey with me. My not being able to do this without you is a very real thing for me. My staff, children and I talk about the people in my life at home a number of times each week. "Mommy Christie's Supporters" are dearly loved people. Whether it is random conversations with you on the street while I am home, an email here and there, asking my mom and dad how things are going, reading my blog... your encouragement and prayers go a long way to lift my spirit and warm my heart. What a blessing to be able to witness how we truly are one body even through the distance, age differences, and cultures.

Now we all know that I come from a long line of talkers or is that a line of long talkers- either way they are both true. In order to not write a book here , I thought I might bullet point a few items. If we get a change to sit down for coffee or lunch or chat over email and you'd like to know more please ask- I'd love to share. For now here are just some of the areas the last two years have found me.

• Arriving to find a beautiful hut to live in that the staff had put their bonus' together to build.



• Blending into the culture fairly easily and becoming Christie (mommy, auntie, sister... whatever the title before it but CHRISTIE) and not just the pumoi (white person).



• Using your donations to put a new engine into the red Jeep Wrangler. This not only transported many of us around but 4 times became the maternity ambulance that saved the lives of these mothers and their precious babies.



• Building stronger relationships with not only our kids but many of the neighboring children. Setting high expectations and boundaries for them and seeing them thrive and surprise themselves along with me.



• Learning how to stand firm on Biblical truths and not American cultural norms nor Sierra Leonean and how to teach those to others.



• Continuing to build friendships with the staff while at the same time learning how to be a leader that holds them and myself accountable.



• Developing more friendships with Muslims as well as Christians outside of Jonathan's House.



• Making connections in many villages and cities other than Bo and now having friends welcome me back each time I visit.



• Working and meeting with Government officials, city leaders, chiefs and other dignitaries learning how to run an organization in this country as well as learning how to merge our organizations together for the betterment of all.



• Being able to have true friendships with others my age.



• Getting educated in the education system of Salone and how to better our school at JCC as well as to enter and remain involved in the right schools for our older children.


• Helping to move our children into family style living at the orphanage with smaller homes and not just one large dorm facility. This also means helping our moms and aunties learn how to become a true family and not just managing care givers.

• BLESSED by visits from family and friends...
• The list goes on and on but I see my paper is running shorter and shorter :)

Seeing myself in this place and position is not something I ever dreamed I would. However looking back I can see all the little experiences and tools that I have in my life and how they come together to fit so well right here in Bo, Sierra Leone. At the same time my departure had me uncertain if I would be returning and those next few months were some of the hardest, most soul searching of my life so far. YES I love being in Salone. I love the people, what I get to do, and MOST of all my children. Yet being away from my family, friends, culture, comforts of home... is NOT always an easy thing. Spending more time with my nieces and welcoming my nephew into the world, being there for my friends big life moments as well as just a walk or cup of coffee, attending family events... this has brought the realization of what I am truly missing into clear view for me. So even though to many of you it seemed to be a given that I would return, it took me some time to come to that conclusion with you.

There was not one moment when I knew I had made the decision. My feelings just began to get a bit clearer. HIS direction in my life seemed to become clearer. I began to get ideas of things we could do at JH, excitement would well up in me as I thought about implementing this or that or sharing something with one of my kids or the staff. It was also hard for me to hear of certain things going on and know I was not there to help them deal with it or celebrate it. So many prayers and thoughts running through my mind and eventually I DID KNOW and (the key is) BELIEVED that Sierra Leone is where God wants me to be. He has created me for this at THIS time in my life. So for now I say yes to Him and March 31st I will be going back to Salone as Program Coordinator along with Joe Freeman (and the rest of the staff) at Jonathan's House. I am thankful for my family's support even though this is a difficult thing for them and for me. Passion and excitement about what I am able to do alongside the staff and people of Salone does not take away the pain of missing my family and friends here- AND the knowing that they are hurting and missing me. However obeying God's will for my life makes me confident that He will hold each of us in His hands, provide for us and bring us comfort.

So again I THANK YOU for the support and encouragement you have given me and for allowing me to be a part of something great. Your love and prayers have reached me when I needed them most. If you would like to continue supporting me in anyway please let me know.

From the depths of my heart as well as the hearts of the staff and our children- we pray that you may know and feel just how thankful we are for you.

Love, Christie

** It has amazed me how many of you read my random thoughts and postings here on this blog. To know that people I only know through connections with others- or at times are completely new people to me- as well as those who have known me for quite awhile would take the time to not only come here but to also contact me or my family to share such kind words (or gentle pushing when I have not posted in awhile or just plain need it for other reasons :)) is more of a blessing to me that you would realize. What a feeling to be so cared about! For that reason I share all of this with you. It is not easy to share my deeper feelings (and not so pretty decision making process) though it always ends up being good for me. It is also not easy to admit that I need help to be able to do what I love. Let's face it asking for money is NEVER easy. However as much as I do need financial support I also need emotional and spiritual support (also not easy to ask for) and I feel that is very much what I get through those of you who follow me here. The affirmation, comfort and boost I often need that comes from many of you is something that I will continue to need and at times need even more. So I am putting this out there- even if it is not easy. Though I do find it getting a little easier all the time knowing that it is going to each of you.

I would love to send you more information or a prayer card with some photos on it for your fridge or desk- just email me with your name and address and I will get it right out to you. ceekshermer@yahoo.com Or email me just to let me know (or remind me) that you are out there- amazing how that simple thing of knowing you are there brightens my whole day/week/month...

Thanks again- for reminding me that I matter and am in no way- alone.

Just Because

I love this picture and these boys.

Got SNOW!?!

Here we stand on one of the sidewalks in Cook. Not all of the sidewalks have snow this high and yet this is also NOT the highest one either. Can you see the Subway right behind us? We are standing less than 20ft from the front door.

WE ARE SUPER BOWL CHAMPIONS!!!

I LOVE the way that sounds!It wasn't easy though we knew it wouldn't be. I admit to a bit of anxiety in the house as we watched however the jumping, shouting and celebrating during many different moments overshadowed any tension there was.
Two of my all time favorite people (my "sister" and "nephew") Holly and Jackson. How proud I am of this special boy. His "Go PACK Go!" cheer has to be the best around.

LoVe lOvE LOVE being a Packer and a Super Bowl Champion.
Our "Super Bowl Ring"! Dad had three of these necklaces made for Mom, Amy and I yesterday. How Great is He!?!

Congrats to all you Packer fans out there!!!

One of My FAVORITE Places

With the snow falling yet again I cannot tell you how often I think of the beach at River No. 2. (Though I do love Winter- really I do.) With people who have become great friends to take care of us, beautiful (almost empty) WHITE sand beaches, fresh barracuda for lunch, breath taking scenery- you can understand why THIS is one of my favorite places.

Leaving Salone

This post is a LONG time coming and yet still a little difficult to write.

The day I would leave was a day we talked about for months before it happened. The staff, my friends, our church and especially my kids. In some ways I am sure it was good as we were able to talk about what it would look like. I was able to convey the love I have for each of them and how that would not change. We talked about all that has happened over the past few years- just how far we have all come because of each other.

This may have helped in the long run but it did not stop the emotions of the final few days. We were able to have a great party together at JCC. The kids and staff were so sweet. Groups of them sang songs, acted out short plays, and had such kind words to say. When it was my turn to talk I admit to getting a bit choked up. I know this may not surprise to many of you (and shouldn't) yet it is not often that I have cried in front of any of these people. It was hard to get out what I wanted to say but I was finally able to. We all prayed together and ended the party in a way we usually do- with music, dancing and lots of laughter. A few of the younger kids in their JCC ashabei (matching clothes for a specific group or occasion)

Yes I knew I would be leaving soon, yes I had planned to pack over the last month and not all at once, however it was FATTY (pronounced with a short o sound) who got it done. This girl is amazing. She is who I want to be when I grow up. Fatty struggles in school and at times that is all she sees and has a low image of herself- what I see... A wise young woman who is compassionate, the best house mom (even if it is not her job) we have, a great cook, teacher, sister, and friend. She has written me the letters that have touched my heart the most. Her faith and relationship with God is STRONG. She knows the bible and finds verses that touch you in the moment you are in and has such a gentle way of showing them to you. There is so much I could say about Fatty- most of all I cherish her and love her dearly.

So back to the packing. Fatty and I often spend time together. In the months before I left she had just taken a large school exam and was off from school. This gave us a lot of time while the other kids were studying or sleeping. In the week before leaving she became my mom. We would plan to pack all day and then a friend would invite me somewhere or the kids would want to play or.... and I would put it off. Fatty would come in the evenings and say "Mommy Christie you have to pack now". It was hard to figure out what to leave and what to take- well just ask Fatty. We would run the generator and stay up late into the nights talking and laughing. She was strong for me when people would come to say goodbye and tears for them would follow. She brought me comfort and peace through it all. The last night she slept with me after we finished zipping the last suitcase. The next morning she was gone. I literally could not find her anywhere on the compound.

Staff devotions that morning found more tears for the staff (I have to admit that I had not cried since the party- well maybe at night alone but :) and for some reason did not this morning either) It meant a great deal to me to have this moment of singing and prayer one last time with my JCC family. I had not wanted to make a big scene with the kids. I knew that once one of them started crying they all would and it would be hard for the moms and aunties to calm them down once I left. So we had said goodbye at prayer time the night before (yes there were still tears in bed but with them being so tired they soon fell fast asleep). School devotions were about to start as I walked over and was able to address the school children and say goodbye to them. A few my kids had to grab one last hug and a few tears were shed but I felt good about how we were able leave each other.

With the jeep loaded and JK and Joe ready to go it was time for my final good byes. I had to find Fatty. I took one last walk around the compound and finally found her at the front clothes line hanging up clothes. As she saw me coming she ran into her room away from me. I followed her in there and found her just sobbing. Well the tears that I had done so well holding in came flooding out. I just held onto Fatty assuring her of how much I loved her and what a blessing she is to so many. I assured her that her place in my life will never changed no matter the distance. Auntie Mary came in shortly after and I was able to leave Fatty with her. This one was tough.

As we got into the jeep all of the staff on the compound came around and we had one last prayer for safety- it was so hard to get my emotions under control and knowing me you know I just wanted to get out of the gate. However it was a special moment and driving out with the group of staff walking slowly behind us, one last time of Pa Ben opening the gate and smiling and waving as we drove out is a memory that makes me smile.

One other special night I wanted to share was a party with our church family and my friends from all over town. They were all so kind to put together a going away party for me. We were able to invite so many people who have impacted my stay in Sierra Leone including my mechanics, market friends, and fuel station guys. This was a night that everyone deserves to have. People from different areas of my life there got up to say the kindest things (yes I was blushing and uncomfortable). Music groups performed songs, wonderful food and drinks were shared, and of course once again the night ended with music and dancing. I felt so uplifted and loved.

The next day I visited my mechanic friend Jaward (well first you have to understand that Jaward and Kai have taken such great care of me. They truly are my AAA in Salone. I call them when broken down and they come- they call me when I travel to make sure I made it to where I was going. Kai even had to help us late the night of the party as the clutch had slipped- he thought he was just coming to a party and here we call him while hauling things home LATE and he grabs a honda to come rescue us) So here I am getting the jeep checked one last time before traveling to Freetown and Jaward is asking me questions about the Christian music groups from the night before. Jaward is a Muslim. He knows I am a Christian. We have not talked much about our faiths. He sees who I am and accepts me and I do him as well. I care about him. I knew when inviting him that these groups would be there (they are great friends to me) but I had no clue how much they would impact him. That night I say him dancing and smiling, even going up to a couple of the guys. This day he asked me about their lyrics and told me how great they were. I was able to get him one of their cds. This was blessing to me. Jaward is someone who I do care about. Someone who I have been friends with for a year and a half. The door for us to talk about our faiths had not opened before this time and that was fine. When it did open it was natural and we were both ready.

Being so emotional about leaving and wondering at times about my place and impact- these last few days did a lot for my heart in reaffirming what I am doing in Sierra Leone.

These two guys are two of my best friends. Not just in Salone but in my life. They brought me to Freetown and treated me to one last special night in Salone and brought me the following day to the airport along with another of my great friends Pastor Ibrahim. I am not one for tears at the airport however I often find myself crying on both sides. Leaving is always so hard no matter where it is, that is truly the worst part of traveling for me. I have to get through this moment and then look forward to the wonderful welcome on the other side. This time the emotions were a little stronger as I did not know when or if I would be returning. These people who mean so much to me- how long was this good bye for- what was I going to do without them everyday? It was hard to get control of myself but when I did I was able to look at how blessed I am to have such wonderful friends and family in two places. It is a blessing and a curse I guess but this last week hearing just how much I am cared for and how much I love these people and at the same time looking forward to seeing my family and friends at home I have missed so much- it was more on the blessing side.

Less than 24 hours later I was able to have that wonderful welcome moment as Mom, Dad, Kari, and Amy were there with arms wide waiting for hugs. We headed to the Olive Garden to meet Mike, Lor, Sophie, and Isabelle. We laughed and talked over each other before driving North. As hard as it was to say good bye- it also felt really good to be home.