Dave and Tanya Spoon

July 16, 2010 New from Dave and Krystle

Tanya

From a moms perspective reading these journal entries...I am so blessed beyond my wildest imagination when I read how my husband and daughter are literally being transformed. God has been so gracious to provide me with a window of how the trip is going. I hope that you readers are enjoying it as well. Dave will be home on July 21, then Krystle in August. I may not have any more entries until after Dave comes home, hopefully he will bring pictures so I can post those.

I praise God every day for this privilege....Thanks for the support in prayer for our family and also for the financial support so we can continue this amazing ministry.

July 6

Krystle

Im not entirely excited to go to Mogborie but I know God will surprise me. He always does. Francis is coming with us. He is a boy my dad mentors and he usually goes to another village. We made our rounds saying hello to everyone. Most look genuinely hapy to see us. I still think it is crazy that I literately am walking into a National Geographic magazine. These are not sets, these are real people. Our mother is at the farm so we helped pound rice, which takes the shell off, and helped sift it. We also pounded cassava leaves into a pulpy texture. The pigment is a shade darker of a bright Kelly green. I would paint a room or wall this color. We are laughed at but the stick is heavy. And there is a rhythm that goes with it. Two people pound at once 1-2 1-2 at a fast speed. I might write an instrumental out of it (SMILE). The bowl is like a large mortar and the stick is like 2-4 inches in diameter and about 6 feet long. Two little girls Mama, our girl, and Fatsy (I realize that name would not go over well in America but here it is popular), pound the cassava leaves like they are playing a game. My arms are sore from only doing it about a minute.

We got to see a tree being hollowed out, for a canoe, by these 5 ridiculously muscled men. I was a little nervous until I knew we were welcomed by their smiles.

July 7

Krystle

I woke up not able to sleep really at allroosters doodling like they are lifetime chain smokers, a girl leading childrens worship at 6am who, bless her heart, sang with all the confidence in the world. She wasnt the most talented singer by far, but she worshipped full volume. The Psalmist says, Make a joyful noise unto the Lord. And did she ever. Erin went out to throw rocks at one of the roosters until she realized he was tied up for dinner outside our window. I cant even describe the mornings and how they feel. All these sounds, a sore lower back from the bed, poor sleep from dreams, sounds, and sudden needs to use the bathroom and I am on the top bunk, having to untuck my mosquito net, then hopping down in the pitch blackit is so dark you cant see your hand in front of your face, tripping over bags, opening a creaky door, while 1 or 2 girls roll over from hearing you. Did I mention Im sharing a room with 8 other girls? All between 19 and 23. I really love each of them. I feel like 100 naps wouldnt make me feel rested enough.

We went to the miner compound tonight. These Irishmen at the PW mines take such good care of us. We drink Fanta orange and cokes with Pringles and snickers. Never had a candy bar taste so good!

July 8

Krystle

Woke up not feeling great. Went to tutoring anyway feeling worse. No students showed. I need to lay down. So nauseous, went to sleep and stayed in bed. I felt guilty because there was help needed with house 9 girls bible study and mentoring but I could barely move without my stomach bubbling. More sleep, more pain. Lord, please make this stop.

It was so hot in the room I had to leave to get air. I went to the girls house, walking was hard. I feel dizzy all over. The Holy Spirit spoke in spite of how I was feeling. I spoke of being beautiful. Abstain, the more you work on your heart before your face, the more it shines in you making you more beautiful. 2 Cor 3:18 is the verse the Holy Spirit brought to mind. I sang Shine on us for the girls. One girl said mom was the most beautiful person to come here (after we asked them all to give an example of the most beautiful women we know). I miss her so much. I want to see if she is different here like dad is. People love me immediately for the service and time mom and dad have spent here. I dont feel worthy of that, after all it wasnt me building those relationships and I am humbly reaping the benefits. This is what God meant about blessing the other generations so that in turn, thousands are blessed (EX 20:6).

July 9

Krystle

Today was probably the best Ive had in Mogborie. Emma and I were joined by Esther and Patrick, others and Auntie Elizabeth. Emma is a nursing student at Portland U. and is from Seattle. Being partners, I get to know her very well. She is pretty much me 3 years ago. Easily impatient, very opinionated, knows lots of musical theater songs, talks a lot, etc She is great even though I had my doubts. She is 19 and this is a great opportunity to shed some wisdom Ive gained in the last 3 years, which is an unfathomable amout, but still have so much to learn. We bonded a lot today.

The boat the men were carving was being moved out of the village through the swamp, along the stick bridge. We took tons of pictures or snaps as the children call them. When a camera is out they automatically pose in a group making funny faces, smiling and hands on the hips.

VBS was great. We talked about, Mark 1:40-45, where the man with leprosy was healed. Auntie Sarahs teacher team came and the kids ran screaming, Auntie Sarah! VBS was over. We spent time with our family and Auntie Bendu and kids, and baby Tanya. It was wonderful and then we walked back in the rain.

Dave

We have been assembling the Jesus Film team and organized a committee. Rev James, Uncle Thulley, Mr Ngoneh, Mr Lamboi, Mr Bockarie, Mr Conteh, Auntie Mary, Auntie Veru, Joseph, Kapprie, Albert, Steven Michael and of course they answer to Mama Angie. We have built a calendar to show the film on a big portable screen twice a month. And evangelical follow up trips weekly to these same villages for a year afterwards. Many come to watch and to see. Women who are married to Muslim men with babies on their backs (many of these women are just one of many wives). Muslim men commenting positively about the life of Jesus is amazing. I heard a couple of them say they had no idea that Christianity was so old and that Jesus was RAISED from the dead and lives. Imagine what they feel when they understand Christ is still alive and conquered death? This is a powerful tool and the follow up is critical. Thousands are being saved in these remote villages.

Tonight we went to Wonde and because of rain a couple hundred of us crunched inside a small room (big room by this villages standard). And a couple hundred outside looking in. WOW, if only we could have shown it outside. So much for the rainy season, you never know. We paused the movie, which is in Mende, the local language, and explained in a little more detail what they were seeing. You could hear lots of light talking and head shaking as though they completely understood. I had to fight back tears while the Holy Spirit was celebrating inside methis is a strong witchcraft and Muslim area and all these people were clapping for Jesus and studying the film. Little ones stacked in front of the screen, just like America, and adults stacked in chairs wall to wall. There was a body everywhere one would fit and it was so hot I was drenched and loving it. At least 100 people accepted Christ tonight. Our God reigns!

July 10

Krystle

I woke up thinking of mom crying. I miss her so much. The best day by Taylor Swift was in my head and it always makes me cry anyway. I was hiding it pretty well, I think. No one asked me what was wrong. I was able to talk to dad a lot this morning. It was needed.

I felt really nervous walking through the market in Moriba Town (the biggest town/village within 30 minutes where the miner compound is and where we watch World Cup) where everyone sells the same thing. Scoops of white rice, cartons of Capitol cigarettes, palm oil, hair extensions, clips, flipflops, smoked fish, etc. We were asked to sit on a porch and people were staring at us like a whole crowd gathered to stare. Something red and orange that was thick liquid in a bowl was being bargained for next to us. I couldnt breathe deeply because it smelled like vomit. No one smiled but a little boy at the fish face I made. All just glared and stared. I felt like I was in a zoo, one that you have to pay for to be in, added Emma.

We saw a lapa with Chanel designs on it, that was bizarre. I had my first proposal when I bought a cold Fanta at a side shack. He saw my ring asked if he could marry, then if I was married. No..Yes. Some men asked for Amyit was weird. We were like aliens through this town. Poom-wee! all the children shoutedwhite people in the Mende language. They all laughed at our Mende greetings and surprised we knew some.

July 11

Dave

We went to Mokpanguba this morning for church. After a couple mile hike through the thick jungle to the big river you ride a canoe carved out of a tree across the river wondering how easy it would be to turn it over because the water is touching your fingers as a strong man paddles up stream along the bank so he can ride the current to the other side.

You could hear the drums and the singing as we approached meandering through the huts greeting everybody in a hurry to get to church. No, not everyone goes to church, it is still very new and many are not sure of this Jesus we proclaim. I recommend simple drums, singing, dancing and clapping as a way of worship. No one is bored and everyone is moving and having fun. So different from KBC.

Mark and I sat at the front as usual and participated in the worship service. I catch myself being quite at times just listening to the drums and singing and watching the little ones emulate the adults leading the service. Your heart swells as you consider what they have and mostly dont have, lack of food, poor living conditions, leaky roofs, snakes and other varmints, malaria is normal and you cry as you see them praise the risen Lord for what He has done for them. And I, the American with everything, sink to my knees and is humbled beyond anything I ever feel in America. This is His kingdom, this is real, and it is becoming normal here for me. I never want to lose this humility and yet the devil starts working on me the minute I am on my way to London. God forgive me!

On the way back to the river I look for my friend Abu Habib, a past Muslim, who I found out died around Christmas. We had his grandson sponsored by the Davidsons. Charles is now in another village. I looked for Iye his wife and found her sitting on their porch looking sadder than ever. I approached her and held her hand and told her I was sorry about Abu. I asked her if she was ok. The pastor translated, no she is not well. What do you say? She is alone and was once very happy and uplifted when Abu was alive last year. We laughed and she smilednow there are no more smiles and she is sad and lonely and will die soon on this porch. If this was my mom I would move her in and love and serve her until the day she dies. Iye has no one and nothing. How sadany tears? I have some!

We walked home in a downpour. My mind full of emotion and sadness. We took the interns and some teachers, a whole bunch of our children and staff to Moriba Town for the World Cup finals. Spain vs Holland. The place was jumping early. We watched the pre game celebration. Similar to the opening ceremonies for the Olympics. As the place began to fill arguments broke out over who was sitting in the front row. We already had the owner hold an area for the COTN clan and most of us were there early, we were ok. But there was tension and eventually it calmed down. Then the match started and the place was crazy. When Spain scored the place erupted, men hanging from the rafters, whistling, running around, jumping on the stageWOW they really love soccer here! Spain won and that was that.

Krystle

What a long and adventurous day! We started early to go to Mokpanguba. On the way I fell 3 times, walked through water up to my knees twice, and jumped over tons of ants. It was slippery, green and beautiful. Leaves piled on the ground were twice the size of my hand. The top of the canoe was only 2 inches from the surface of the water. Arahka and I sang My favorite things. The current was strong and we wobbled the whole way over.

The village was poorer than the others by looking around and at the people. It was a bit of a walk through the village before hearing the drums which sounded very tribal, sort of reminding me of the goblins in Lord of the Rings. A few more steps and I heard children and knew for sure it was for Jesus and not for evil. Ive seen too many movies. This church was bigger than the others and we filled it. There were 20 of us white people and apparently have not had as many at once before. We sang a song and it was pretty good. I dont think they understood based on the expression s. We were soaked from the pounding rain on the way home.

As soon as we finished lunch we went to Moriba Town to see the World Cup finals. Spain vs the Netherlands. I was cheering for the Netherlands who lost but it was a tough match. Very aggressive and a ton of yellow cards and terrible shots.

July 12

Krystle

As I see these people they are strong when they feel weak and it is you Jesus, who sees them through. Children die, people leave, and loneliness is the air they breathe. To survive they must not sleep, keep on working, hands are bruised, and the wife is waiting to cook the food. I could complain of a common meal of bread and water, sometimes more but they may eat once a day while I am not full from 3 meals a day. You see and serve think not of yourself, a Christ like mind that empties himself. There is farming to be done, a leak wont be fixed on its own, so many mouths to feed, so a mother skips herself so her children can live and hopefully grow past the age of 5.

Death is reality, money is a dreamI want them to appreciate me, not for money, not for being American but the presence of the Holy One inside me. Rather than wanting my things, I want them to be content sitting with me. The reality is un-ignorable that what I have will bring some peace, knowing there are clothes to wear and food to eat, even a house that stands with a roof that doesnt leak. So rather than bearing this day, I enjoy this day. I will live today as I transition from a girl unsure to a woman who is. I remember who I am. I am a daughter of the Most High. I have been made worthy of a truly abundant life. I have access to the Father, through the Son and the interceding power of the Spirit. The enemy has nothing on me. The power he has is the power I give. So, Ill dry these tears and take a deep breath. What I feel fails to compare to what they know. I will take each chance to love these ones because You first loved me.

July 13

Krystle

It doesnt feel like I talked to mom, Kyle and Grandma last night. Perhaps my head is so here now that Im not putting much importance on home, who I miss, or anything that is not here. I must say that I am more at peace being able to speak to mom yesterday (the first time since I left June 15). I would be okay with going home now, I feel like Ive had many great experiences and have seen enough. Dad says the second half is better since things start making sense and relationships start becoming more solid.

A hot shower, clean clothes that are not stiff and covered with bugs from hanging on a line sounds good. So does a dish washer and not having to use the top of a rice bag and a dirty bar of soap. The hard thing right now is to not let lack of sleep or no sleep, the distraction of bugs and being dirty with cuts that are trying to heal but I constantly have to scrub them clean. Right now flies are landing on my cuts and bug bites itch I nearly have to chew my am off to not scratch them.

I have never been so out of control in my life of my emotions. One of my strengths is articulation and its one of my greatest weaknesses here. I cant just start writing when Im trying to make sense of things or run to a piano and play. Its so difficult to learn how to cope differently. If were not a believer I would probably not survive. My most treasured and precious time of the day is when I get to feast on the Word of God. Last night mom gave me many names to hug and said that when I leave Ill have wished I hugged them more.

July 14

Krystle

I walked to Jaminga with dad, Francis, Joseph and Foday. A long walk and lots of great conversations. We walked through Senehun and ran into Musu who Andy Chin sponsors. She was running down the trail from summer school singing praises to Jesus. I wish kids in America sang to Jesus more. I think we have a lack of faith in America because we put our faith in things. Here you have to have faith because everyday is a struggle for food, shelter and clothing. If you dont farm you dont eat. You tend to have more faith here because you need to. In Jesus name something happens, By the grace of God we get somewherewhen this is said it is meant and based on the atmosphere you know it is meant.

Dave

It was a great day taking Krystle to Jaminga with Francis, Foday and Joseph, my 3 high school boys who I spend time mentoring, to see baby David Spoon (2 years old July 21). He cries when he sees me. Today he looked right at me and called me Poom-wee (white man), we all laughed so hard. We sat on the porch and talked and drank coconut milk and kept trying to get David to sit with meno luck. They walked us to the road and we said good-bye.

We walked back through Senehun and everyone was at the farm or COTN. I wanted to see the Behais, Andys family, and Mr Ellie but it didnt happen. We heard kids singing praise songs through the jungle as we were just finishing walking through the river to leave. A whole pack of kids from Senehun were returning from summer school and they ran into us and stopped singing because they were shy. I tried to get them going again but they just wanted to talk and ask questionsI told them I was leaving soon and they were sad.

We then went to see baby David Spoon #2 born June 21 2010. Yes, he is a baby and very cute. I held him and offered a small gift as is the custom in this culture when a child is named after youwhat a privilege! But there is some obvious attachment here so you have to be careful how much you say or promise. We then checked out where the boys are living and that was fun also. I talked hard about life and integrity and working hard and studying hard and how I will get reports on how they are doing while I am gone. They are very respectful and have thanked me for being a dad to themthey so need strong men to be in their lives. This was a great day for Krystle and me. I will cherish this day forever!

July 15

Krystle

I want Kyle to experience it here. I think he would do so well. The boys ask about him so much. Im pumped, today is the mid way retreat. We are spending 2 days at the PW miners compound on a lake which I swam in tons today. I felt more myself than I have on this triphair down etc. We had a good hour or two of worship, pure, uninhibited worship. Spending quality time with the team was needed. I started smiling more. Lindsey said, There she is, I missed you! The meals here are more like home, the homes are like home. Ive felt more at home here but it doesnt feel more homey. Id rather have a bunch of kids yelling Auntie Luba, Auntie Krystle than being relaxed but this is so necessary to allow myself to rest.

July 16

Krystle

Allowing yourself to rest is so weird after getting no sleep and God supplying the energy you need. Today we are talking (mini-debrief) and testimonies. Ive been so looking forward to testimonies. I feel like Im getting better acquainted with the team. I can honestly say I like every person. Amy calls me wise mother (in a good way). I have never been so into the Word of God ever in my life. Awana verse are coming up left and right. Its amazing! Please keep pushing me Jesus. The enemy has no power here. I am covered in the blood of Jesus!

Dave

I returned from visiting the interns at their retreat and traveling around with one of the mines bosses to see all the areas they workgreat trip! When I walked into the COTN compound 2 year old baby David Spoon came to me and held my hand for a short walkWOW! No tears and no Poom-wee.

I leave in 2 days to Freetown to stay at an amazing beach bungalow before flying out. I will see you all soon! Krystle will continue her stories when she returnsI have been typing stories from her journal for you to readinternet is only used by the leaders so we cheated a littlehaving your dad along can help!

July 7 2010- New from Dave and Krystle.

June 21 to July 5
Dave
I started working with Rev James on creating a calendar for the year to show the Jesus Film and forming a committee to make sure this happens. We will show the film twice a month then follow up twice a week for the year in the same villages to reinforce what they saw. There are many new believers and still many who are Muslim, atheist or followers of Juju (witchcraft). We are seeing many who are coming to Christ through this film. We, the church, are a consistent presence in these villages and through the hands and feet of those who serve our Savior the trust is growing. A little 5 year old girl in Senehun was nearly dead from malnourishment last year and the church sent her to a hospital where she has recovered nicely. Her name is Aminata and she comes from a Muslim home in this tight little village. She is the Muslim chiefs daughter and she went to him and said I am now a Christian. What can he say? He saw the transformation, physically and spiritually. He is not stopping herPraise God! She is the first to church on Sundays and is thankful for Jesus saving her life. What a joy to dance and sing with this little one by my side, not to mention the other 4 or 5 teenaged Muslim boys who have also become Christians in this village. God is at work all over Banta!

I am also working with Mark Drennan (he is our Sierra Leone liaison and intern team leader from N. Ireland) and Sarah Saunier (she is our Sierra Leone education liaison from Colorado who will be here until Jan 11, 2011. Like Mark she has lived here for 1 year and been back every year for several months to help with education also. Sarah will be the team host which is what I have done here the past 2 years. I will be training the Sierra Leone national who will be working with the teams when they come but for now we are not sure who that will be so I am helping do the work of the national and the team host. It is a bit confusing but we are getting the job done between the 3 of us. Getting the people here from the airport to Freetown to Banta (240ish miles of mostly rough roads, setting up living quarters, keeping food and water stocked, watching over their health, keeping the schedule working for the teams and nationals and finding a little time for yourself is draining. God is good and we all 3 work very well together here and love this ministry!

Jim Jackson also has me asking questions about staff quarters, water purity in the villages, the new generator and how the water and power is doing etcI have many things to keep me busy especially when you throw in loving all the children and getting out to all the villages to worship with and maintain the relationships we have started. They are very excited when they see us return year after year. We have become family and we are trusted and loved. I have many brothers and sisters of all ages who embrace mehand shakes have become hugs and kisses. It is better every year I return. I have a home away from home and could easily live here.

We have had the privilege of seeing a couple World Cup soccer matches. We took the interns to a little bigger village called Moriba Town that has a cinema(mud shack with zinc roof and wood benches that holds 300 to 500 people complete with ceiling fans and 5 TVs) for showing satellite TV. 1,000 Leones or 25 cents will get you in for World Cup soccer! We saw the USA lose to Ghana (the only African team remaining.) WOW! What excitement. There was friendly taunting going on and boy was it fun...they really love this game here. The 13 of us were really outnumbered and a bit intimidating but we were welcomed and safe. I am kinda glad Ghana won because you never know. We returned to watch the Ghana vs Uruguay quarter final match and we were welcomed as their friends and we cheered for Ghana and unfortunately they lost but what a loud and crazy match. This was probably as good as seeing it live. We always take some of the home boys who really love the gamethe truth is we could probably take most of the kids and they would love it. For the final game we may take 3 van loads of staff, kids and interns for the big event. This is bigger than the Super Bowl in Americaeveryone is talking about all the games.

All the house aunties and the house father for all 10 children homes left for a retreat for 4 days. Guess who moved in to the homes to watch the children. Yes, the new house father or grandfather, Daddy David Spoon, and Mark, Sarah, Erin, Victor, (Naomi, Michael, the 2 national interns). 2 of the homes house the interns and teacher team. Krystle and the other interns and teachers also helped during the day. There was some discipline issues but everything worked out fineunbelievable. I had the house 8 teen boys who did all their chores and cooked without my helpthey are capable and wonderful. I am proud of them and would put them up against any teen group of boys from America to see who would better care for themselves. All I had to do was ask what was next and who is in charge and it was done. Remember no washing machines or kitchens or microwaves! They cooked, cleaned, washed their clothes, ironed their clothes for church the next dayhot coals in a old iron/pot looking thing with a flat side and did a great job. Some of the older girls in house 9 along with some of my boys in house 8 stayed at the younger kids houses and helped also. What an amazing community of childrenI wish you all could come see Gods work here.

At 6am the children are up carrying water and thanks to Jim Jackson the water comes on for 30 minutes at about 6:30 or 7am and the kids run to the water with as many buckets as they can carry. No pumping! Some have figured out at this time if you are naked and fast you can turn on the showers and be clean. Uncle Marks house 7 boys all got naked and took the shower and were clean before all the rest! Good job little ones. Many others filled their buckets to clean the house and themselves and to have water for the rest of the day. What a change from watching them hand pump water for hours and in 30 minutes they were done! More time to clean and bathe or study or just get ready. It is hard work to pump just one bucket of water and carry it on your head.

The big generator comes on at night from approx 7pm to mid-night. The children have light! Card playing, reading, studying, games, conversation and no batteries for their radiosWOW! Another huge change. Noise freethe generator is a half mile away up the hill. The kids are benefitting from these changes.

I have been to church in 3 villages and get 1 more Sunday because I leave Banta on Sunday July 18 very early and will miss church that day. Usually I get to nearly 8 villages for church and I get asked to go to church to every village. That is sad for me because I have made it a point to attend church in all 15 of our villages where we have planted a church over the last couple years. I will miss some this yearoh well maybe I will be back.

June 21
Krystle
We spent the afternoon working with Mr Mangay in the sponsorship dept tracking things people sent for the children. Its amazing how grateful they are, but still when shown something they dont have, like all children, they suddenly need it. I counted 33 black dolls a womens group sewedlooks like gingerbread dolls. Such little effort for dolls that will be played with until they fall apart.

I have had tons of water today but definitely feeling the heat. It will be amazing going home and not sweating 24-7.

A baby was born delivered by Auntie Agnes, who called mom/Tanya her princess and that she always hugged her and I did and should make an effort do so more.

Piano was great today, 4 students out of 8 (Patricia, Theresa, Emmanuel, and Spengy. Half to quarter notes were the hardest and I can see where not explaining it 4 times in 10 different ways would be convenient like a class. We visited the school and met all the classes and teachers.

June 22
Krystle
Today we did sponsorship...helped the children who got packages write thank you letters. I had Juliana who is in class 5 write to her sponsors who sent 4 letters and lots of little things. Her favorite thing?, the picture. Seeing them open the package was like watching children at Christmas. The saddest part was seeing the 85% as if they were window shopping, wishing they had something. I have never seen anything so sad. Half way through I had to leave and went across the field towards school and tons of the nursery kids ran towards me, Auntie Luba, Auntie Luba! It was SO joyous, like their long lost friend has returned home.

I was touched all over today by the curious little ones, boobs, butt, face, hairI got a little annoyed but I know they are excited. We got to my village, Mogborie, and I had to keep telling the kids not to touch my camera. I cant really put hand sanitizer on it. So when one of the little girls who was sucking on her fingers with muddy hands touched it I got a little frustrated. I didnt say anything but Emma said, Its Africa honey its going to get dirty. I guess it showed all over my face. That made me feel a little more frustrated but I didnt say anything. I met Edward Musa, the blind Muslim man who became a Christian last year. He told Erin, last years intern who brought him to church the first time, that he wanted to walk to church on his own. He walks to church every Sunday on muddy uneven ground and is blind! He let us play with the kids on his porch while it was raining.

The sunset was unbelievable tonight and we took some pictures. I watched Auntie Mary cut bananas off a branch of the tree which Ive never seen before. Jessica came in with limes for cooking and a coconut. Auntie Mary said, If you get two we can make a coconut cake. We got excited and my dad said he was given about 10, so we will collect one from him. We had little donuts and peanut brittle and it was good.

Bridget had a really good devotional on the Mt Carmel story. She asked if anyone has ever seen a miracle and mom came to mind and I asked dad to tell the story. (DaveI cried the whole way through. It is still hard to tell how she almost lost her arm or died.)

June 23
Krystle
I am teaching Teejaun, Josephine, and Abdul also. Teejaun is the boy who fell out of the tree and ended up in our childrens home. He was flown to Washington State to have his jaw and leg surgically repaired. He loves music and is constantly playing the piano. Josephine learned very quickly and Hawa is taking a little longer.

June 24
Krystle
I talked with Erin and Mark, my leaders, and I said all that was on my heartpeople being bitter and frustrating me but also not connecting and my dad is different here (for good) made me cry lots. I didnt know I felt so much. Satan was trying to plant seeds of bitterness for an over all disunity of the group. I cried it out and feel so much better. Its amazing you dont even know how you need something like that until the tears start pouring out. I also had Teejaun on my heart for piano. I finished the boys, Amadu, Kapprie and Henry. It seemed to go well, they all said thank you and enjoyed themselves.

June 25
Krystle
Graduation was set for 10am but instead it started at 1pmAfrica time. Then for the graduation we were lifted higher on a stage to help give out certificates, which only 2 of us got to do. People were completely crowded around us, since I was on the back corner of the stage (bad idea). I get a little claustrophobic when I am surrounded on all sides. Two little boys were on my lap, 4 girls were leaning on my sides and I dont know how many more were touching my shoulders, hair and neck. It was also raining and people didnt want to get wet, so people were smooshed in. The graduates were performing bible verses, songs, books of the bible in order, the alphabet forward and backward, an informational talk on diarrhea, and I know an old lady who swallowed a fly. They were so cute in their navy caps and gowns with white yarn tassels, green bow ties, and green shirts. Nursery and primary school kids were graduating and Kadija, our sponsored child, graduated to Junior Secondary school. The mothers all dancing and singing in front of the graduatesso proud. The parents and families were really seeing the investment in letting their children have an education.

I wish I could help everyone but it is impossible. We can make a small difference here and there and that might be huge for them but not for me. I had a good time joking with Mary Lahai (she is the teen aged girl we helped 2 years ago who was nearly dead and is doing great today), Mesi (Dave and Tanyas other sponsored child from Wonde) and friends. We were saying our ages are much more than they are.

June 26
Krystle
It is Saturday and lots of people are going to the market including dad and Kadija who got 12 shirts and 2 lapas which she will share with all her sisters.

We went to Mogborie after lunch. The children all light up, eyes, smiles, screams (good ones), and run towards you. We got to see our families (the family Emma and I are assigned to when we go there) farm growing rice and cassava, and melon looking vines with something looking like a small watermelon that apparently is used in soup. There were also yams and other unnamed things. This farm doesnt look organized into rows but all mixed together. No house, tool shed, or animals either. We then moved to where they peel, grind, and powderize the cassava root that becomes this fine white powder called gorie which they eat like cream of wheat. They mix it with a machete under a straw like tent. It was a long hike to this farm and we had to jump over fire ants that will sting you bad.

VBS went well especially starting with Luba says, singing, teaching father Abraham and the fish gamereel them in and dance in a circle.

Later we got to see USA vs Ghana in World Cup to see who goes to the quarter finals. We stuffed 25 people into the Puda-Puda (mini-van) and drove 30 minutes...still not feeling great to the cinema. 1,000 leones or 25 cents for each of us to go in. We all shuffle into the room thats flat and at least 100 church pews/benches are filling the room. Walk 10 steps, step down. Then we went to the front, dad in the front row middle and I sat behind him. There was a 30 inch screen in the front middle and 2 on each side and half way back 2 on the sides. We were half an hour early and only 8 people and in the next 30 minutes the place was filled and packed. It was so hot until some overhead vfans came on and even then my skin was sticky. I rooted for the USA and it was funny because the entire room was for Ghana who is a couple countries away from Sierra Leone. The place blew up in the first 5 minutes when Ghana scored a goal. Screams, everyone standing and yelling, grabbing shouldersit was amazing throughout the match and the extra overtime. It was the best atmosphere and I enjoyed the whole game. I went to the bathroom at half time behind the cinema where 3 men pretty much saw me. I had to crawl a little to get out of sight but still no luck. Oh well, I signed up for an experience and now I am humbled. I looked for a cold coke for dad but the game had just started again. Ghana won 2 to 1 in overtime and the place blew up, dancing, screaming, yelling etc. Im glad they won; it was more important being the last African country left. I wasnt feeling well when we started homethe 30 minutes was a prayer time for this night, the villages, COTN, the team, etc, to sleep peacefully and to have wisdom and unity.



June 27
Krystle
We went to Mogborie for church, Auntie Elizabeth and Mary, Emma, Rebekah and dad. The service was strange. Sing, pray, read verses, preach, pray, songs, read verses, testimony, pray, sing, read verses, preach, tithe, pray, sing, prayso unusual. We took Baby Tanya a new dress and visited with her family. We went back to COTN and I was able to talk to dad about some frustrations and the reality that my entire mind is wrapped up here and there is no room to think of home and what or who I miss. I want to be here 100% and not be partially absent. He said I need to have balance. Hes right. Jessica and I will be teaching class 3 from 8:30 to 10:30 this week. Hes

June 28
Krystle
We scrambled to get to school by 8:30 and got there with only like 5 kids there. Slowly they trickled in as the songs were sung, Good Morning Jesus etc and the national anthem and the pledge of allegiance. They were all in lines based on grade in their green plaid dresses and shirts with green shorts for the boys. I had no idea how much tutoring and teaching we would be doing while here, nearly every day for now. I will be teaching piano a couple days a week also. We taught the story of Jonathon and David and had them read it and ask questions.

This place is really dark with serious spiritual battles. It would be easy to be here 10 days. Its another thing getting your fingernails dirty in the culture, having good conversations. You cant leave your finger print here in 10 days, it takes time.

I had dishes today with Jessica and she was great today. I got a much needed shower/bucket bath, hung out a bit, and went to sleep.

June 29
Krystle
Our class was really noisy and disrespectful so we spent most of the time disciplining them. Baby David from Mogborie (not my dads namesake) almost died yesterday and Mikayla, the mom, made this movement of hopelessness that broke my heart. Mark has helped this baby a lot so you could tell there was tension in the room. Dad and Mark ran out and I had another large dose of reality being here. Babies die every day and approx 1 in 3 do not make it to age 5. We prayed and I was comforted by the Holy Spirit to weep with those who weep and those who mourn will be comforted. I had a heavy heart walking to Mogborie and when we got there it was quieter than usual. I was ready to weep with those that weep and bear the burden and be okay that nothing I could say would make them feel better. As we walked up the hill however, that familiar welcome was received. Kids in undies and some not ran down to me, Auntie Luba!, Auntie Luba!. I love how everyone here refers to each other as Auntie and Uncle or sister and brother or mommy and daddy. It connects us all in a really cool way.

Auntie Bendu, my mother here, taught me tons of Krio words and phrases. She also gave me one of her beads bracelets and I treasure it. I got one, Emma got one and she kept one. It is amazing how they give here. Emma was getting water, grinding cassava, washing dishes, and making sauce. I learned some Mende (local language), and made part of a chicken housewhat an amazing thing God blessed me with!

We got to go to the miners compound to swim. They sent a driver from the compound to take us. We climbed into one of the white trucks with a thick yellow stripe on the side and of course with a light red dusting from the red dirt road. The seats were cushioned and the truck had shocks unlike our Puda-Puda which is like sitting on a flat metal bench and every bump is felt. It felt like riding in a limousine. I swam in a warm lake and dad and Mark sat with a bunch of Irish miners (they contract the aluminum ore mining in the area) and watched the Spain vs Portugal World Cup match. All the interns sat on the dock with a light wind and a lake surrounded by trees, not even feeling remotely like Africa. It is like we have been living and working on a movie set but it is actually sinking in that this is how they live every day. This is not an act, this is life. I had a warm shower with pressure that felt amazing.

June 30
Krystle
Another busy day. Jessica and I taught 1 Samuel 16:7 through reading. Most of the time it was tough love again. I needed a break before tutoring to pray but didnt get to since I was mobbed by children and rather than brush them off, I thought of the disciples trying to move the children from Jesus and He rebuked them. Let the little children come to me, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven. And I immediately saw Jesus in their beautiful faces. I was immediately filled with joy and love and my attitude changed just like that. Tutoring was amazing.

The children are the most brave and strong people you will ever meet yet are the first to be the shyest people you will ever meet. You have to be here to see it with your own eyes, smell it with your own nose, hear it with your own ears, feel it with your own skin, and taste it with your own mouth to really get it. I have been so wrong about everything. Yes, the children in the homes have trauma. Yes, they are still recovering but they are happy and so well taken care of here. They are silly like any children who will tease you and laugh at silly faces you make and will imitate you. They like to be creative and you never will hear a child at play time say they are bored. They have muscles like men who spend all day at the gym who would be jealous because these kids dont work out. They carry the water in a large bucket, cook food in a Dutch oven on an open fire (no appliances or anything to reheat food). They even put coals in an iron to iron their clothes. They never squat to wash clothes or dishes, they bend half way over to scrub. They can get red dirt out of whites by scrubbing over and over on a wash board. They laugh at us when we try. I love it here. I am adjusting great and falling in love with these people.





July 1
Krystle
The rain looks like stripes right now its pouring so hard. Today I am in a great mood after praying before I fell asleep last night. Its the last day with class 3 and I really love them even though they are hard to control sometimes. They are typical kids but they dont understand very much English so there is a language barrier.

Nancy, our teenaged girl who helps cook for us, is mashing potatoes and they smell amazing. She gave me 2 donuts too (like cake balls that are deep fried). They are delish! Most of the food is fried and not many veggies. For lunch we had rolls, cake, and biscuits and Pringlesnever thought I would be eating Pringles in Sierra Leone. I got assigned to house 6 with Victor and already love it (the house Aunties are going on a retreat). Im not staying there but I need to help throughout the day. The boys there include Pastor, Ali, Abdul, Jacob, Yussef, Christian, Mohmoh, Alisan etc. Already I had to talk to some boys about hitting Pastor who ran out crying. I have to keep an eye on them otherwise they do their chores without being asked and know where they are supposed to be (they are 5-10 years old, imagine). Before I kept forgetting I was in Africa but now I am sure constantly that I am here. I read books before bed and they were being obedient.

July 2
Krystle
At 6am all the home children meet and sing in the thatched roof hut at the end of the rows of houses during the week. It was beautiful hearing morning voices praise Jesus that early.

It was time for all their chores, bath, breakfast (which was late and too hot to eat fast so they didnt finish before they had to go to school, because the Aunties are gone and the older boys and girls are cooking along with doing their own stuff too), and it was their last day of school. The Aunties are gone for 4 days on a retreat which is needed since it has been 3 years. We are seeing all they have to do and I am glad we have 2 house 8 boys (older teen aged) to help keep order, cook, and sing. They know how to do things.

Tonight Victor and I had a great conversation with our house 6 boys after reading the first few verses of John 14 to them and a little singing. A few got to go see Ghana play Uruguay and most stayed and listened on the radio and Ghana lost this quarter final match and the kids were bummed.

July 3
Krystle
Saturday. Not finished with house 6 until tomorrow. I know what to donate now based on need; powdered dish and laundry soap, buttons and thread, underwear, baby powder, Vaseline (they call it grease and use it on their skin), silverware (they share forks and spoons when they eat), and better Tupperware bowls because theirs are cracked, and lots of sponges.

In Mogborie we peeled tomatoes (long skinny and green), garden eggs (not like eggplant but more cucumbery), etc. I love carrying little Emma on my back like the traditional way all the mothers here dohands on pecks and legs around waist sitting on lower back with a lapa (cloth for skirts and tying kids to your back). She was appreciative for me to take her and I get to do it again after church!

I had to discipline Pastor for starting fights twice. Then another comes crying for attention. After a chat about taking care of books today Pastor said, Auntie Luba and took a bite of paper. I know Im going to be a good mom. I take no crap and let them cry it out. I have the best mom who I have learned from. Then we had a nice chat again about books.

July 4
Krystle
Happy birthday America and Andy. I thought about him and the youth group, camps, mission trips. I wonder how they are doing especially my girls. I wonder if Monica is practicing piano. I miss being there, I really love those girls.

I found out 2 less than pleasant things today: Molly died (Uncle Donnies dog died and our mother in Mogborie weve been helping and taking to the clinic is not our mother. The Alie family is ours. Miscommunication from the beginning and Emma is upset. Now we know who our family is for sure! Better late than never.

We had an American party, Oreos and M & Ms, Nancy made a cake, I sang the National Anthem like Maya Rudolph did on SNL, we all said the pledge of allegiance and had a dance party with American pop songs.

July 5
Krystle
I pray for the stupidest things compared to what needs prayer here. Babies are always sick because theres not enough money for medicine, and there is a lack of food. It is rare that the village kids eat a meal a day. No wonder they are sick all the time. When I get home I am pushing village partnership. They know we can help but we are here to empower not be depended on. It is so hard when they look at you and know you can pay for care and food supply. I cant believe how hard it is when you see a baby who s still sick. Jesus, you are so needed here. You are mighty to save. There is hope. I believe it. I feel constantly asked for my things. It is exhausting!

July 6th

I heard from Dave yesterday that he will be coming home on July 21st. Please pray for his safe travels. Krystle will remain in Sierra Leone until the second week inAugust. Please pray for Krystle without parents, that she would finish her ministry strong. Ill let you know when I hear more. (tanya)

June 28th

I received an email today from Dave that included some entries from Krystles and Daves Journal. I enjoyed reading these so much (tears) God continues toenlightenme every day. I was thinking of Pastor Mikes sermon on Sunday and That from small beginings come great things when God is at work. To think that my very quick meeting with a crippledpregnant womanin Mogborie 2 years ago blessed my daughter last week. AMAZING! Every day I am in awe of how God works and uses us, flawed and frail to makean impact. I hope youenjoy reading these entriesas much as I did. (Tanya)

June 15

Krystle

Ive had knots in my stomach. I cant believe Im going to Sierra Leone. Thanks to the COTN staff, Dr Dan, and friends who sent emails & left messages: all praying for our time. Last night the peace that surpasses all understanding was indeed evading my heart and mind in Christ Jesus. I now feel so at ease about everything even though the travelling is daunting and exhausting.

June 16

Dave

30 hours of travelling, Chicago, London, then we arrive in Sierra Leone, West Africa at Lungi airport. Freetown is across the harbor and we will take the ferry tomorrow morningwe will wake at 5:30am for the 30 minute drive to the ferry. We are 7 hours ahead of Washington State. Look out Upper Banta here we comeI can hear and see the children alreadyCant wait to see their shiny beautiful faces!

Krystle

The humidity hit me like a wall getting off the plane, immediately started sweating-guess I should get used to it now. The whole intern team is together now Emma, Lindsey, Jessica, Bridget, Erika, Amy, Krystle and Victor the only male intern. Our hotel was nice w/air conditioning (which I will not get used to). Auntie Victoria cooked chicken and French fries for us. Mr Lamboi is our host making sure we are together & have what we need.

June 17

Krystle

Up at 5:30am. On the way to the ferry we saw little kids sweeping dirt, moms with babies on their backs, men smoking, little girls picking something green from the ground, people sleeping in the dirt, Caribbean looking stone houses, so many things stacked so high on heads that it looked like it would fall off, chickens and pieces of trash everywhere, even a few ads lining the road. The ferry is interesting. The dock had piles of coconut shells, women selling shrimp, and kids selling anything from cigarettes to fried corn (I think). All you see is red dirt and green everywhere with colors added by the many garments worn and paint on the houses. Already seen some bare chested women & naked babies on the ferry. The music is anywhere from Shania Twain to Bollywood to MC Hammer to Sean Paul to West Africa dance and loud. Jam packed with people.

Aunty Chris and Quami met us when the ferry arrived. Auntie Chris was so welcoming to me because I am my dads daughter. She gave Mark a beautiful green fabric called a lapa to use as a skirt. He gave it to me after dinner. I wish I could thank her. Her church has Keyport Bible Churches old pews and she is friends with Rod and Barbara Pence also.

On the road through Freetown to Banta there are people running up to the van (pooda-pooda) with bags of bread, a little girl & Mark talked about adding toothpaste to the cost (math lesson) & she always ended up with so buy them which was super cuteMark bought the toothpaste. They literally pump the gas for you with a hand crank. Freetown is crazy, selling everything from hard boiled eggs to oil to umbrellas to pop and candy. All you can see are desperate faces who want to sell a bag of bread. If I had all the money in the world I would buy something from everyone.

We stopped half way to Banta in the jungle for lunch, couple hours, and ate bread bought from our window, peanut butter, laughing cow cheese, Pringles, and digestive cookies. 4 girls & I peed in the bushes. If I wasnt sure I was in Africa yet, I definitely was now! The first half is paved and second half is notpot holes etc.We only had 1 repair, one of the helpers stopped to grab a dead squirrel on the side of the road, the puddles looked like thai tea, Emma slept on My Lambois lap, Jesicas bobbing against my shoulder, Amy and Erika playing 20 questions, etc.

We arrived in Banta and the children lined the road singing. Mama Angie greeted us. I am so welcomed as a Spoon. We are greeted by a bunch of shy, nervous faces cheering. My African name is a blessing or Luba (Loobah). Kadija, our child we sponsor, named me. When the welcome ceremony was over the kids crowded around us, almost frightening, to grab our hands. Kadija and Agnes (Grandma Spoon sponsors her) are the first to get me and are spouting their love for me and being a hero. Joyfully overwhelming. Sweating buckets. I saw Julius Pastor Amara, (Grandma Janice moms mom sponsors him). They ask for mommy and Kyle. Our pictures are all over their wallsthey so love usit is good. Kadija prayed for my journey and safety..WOW and no sleep from the excitement.

We have a delicious dinner, couscous, chicken, fries, apples. Then I go to house 1 where I witness the best good night routine: praise Jesus& prayer all at once (African style). I sang 2 songsthey all want singing lessons and I said yes as long as I get dancing lessons. Talked to mon briefly to tell her Im safely here and the off to bed8 girls in a small room! Allright! God is opening my heart already. Thank you Im here!!

June 18

Krystle

The rooster crowed in our room at 4amtime to get up. My day started with a John Piper sermon and bible reading. Orientation then off to MogorieThis will be my village for the summer I found out later. I slipped and slid on the trails and immaturely wondered if a leopard would stick is head out of the lush greenthere are no leopards here. Saw the biggest pig ever, hopped over ants, dodged branches. We came to the Mogborie bridge that was made of sticks about 6 inches above the water. Tons of kids in either over-sized or too tight of underware on ran down to greet us. Mud huts, palm/thatch roofs, clothes drying on lines, women with bare tops, 3 children on each arm, babies screaming when they saw us (red hair, pale skin and blue eyes) so different from the norm. I was taken to my moms namesake, Baby Tanya, she was on her side with white paint on her dark skin, she was not well, not able to keep food down, red boil on her cheeks/backside and fever.

Immediately I was in shock. The mama has a crippled food and cant walk far and here is her only child who has survived because my mom said she needed a c-section 2 years ago. How could I help? The mom was smiling, she must be used to this sort of thing. I felt responsible for baby Tanya-what could I do? Will it go away or should she go to our clinic? Auntie Elizabeth, COTN house auntie who goes with us, helped me understand a little but I could feel tears welling up. Erin, my leader who had this village last year, said it was ok to let it out, I couldnt help it, they just poured. I had to say goodbye and smile.

After going to another village, Monicawe, we returned to the childrens home and I saw dad at the bottom of the hill and was so excited because I had not seen him all day.

June 19

Dave

I got word today that Alfred Gonda in Dodo is alive and well! Mark, Erin, the 2 intern leaders and I went to Dodo. There was Alfred, no longer a malnourished and dying boy. His face was fat and he had a bit of a belly. He was running around and playing with the other kids. Laughing, smiling, and saying he wanted something to eat. Last year, Alfred, 10 years old, looked like a skeleton and had to be carried. He had a rattling noise coming from his chest that was indescribable. He was left for dead in the back of a mud hut. He has epilepsy and had fallen over in the fire. Burnt and dying! We sent him to a Doctors without borders hospital in Bo to be helped. Today I saw life from a boy who was left for dead but he still has a ways to go.pray for this boy. He will be attending our school sooncan you imagine? Thank you God for saving this boys life!

Krystle

Went to the market today, met so many people and my Mende (the local language) was tested. A little boy was selling cards for 1,000 Leones (25 cents USA), lots of fried cassava, strong smoked fish, Barack Obama briefs (fitting..Daves comment). So bizarre, children everywheretrying to hold on to a hand, arm, my dress, etc. I lagged behind the group headed to Ngolala, taking pictures, playing with the kids. We met the chief. I really felt like I was in the jungle on the walk back. I helped with dinner, stirred cake batter, peeled onions and garlic, refilled waterI need arm muscles. I wish we had the patience like they docouple hours to cook, no problem, over a one burner charcoal fire.

June 20

Krystle

Church in Ngolala today. The worship was unbelievable. Loud singing, Mama Angie preached on obedience. Afterwards most of house 1 and I went to Daves/dads room where dad would give Agnes and Rosie birthday candy and friends. Dad would give a whole box of candy too. He is so good with them. After lunch the interns went to Senahun (Andy Chins village) and Wonde. I met Andys father there and many kids who know uncle David Spoon. They have a new church building there that Uncle Solomon says is because of Dad, Mark and Andy. Uncle Solomon (the Christian leader here) is hilarious & so hospitable. You have to walk through a river to get here. Then we went to Wonde (Stephanie Stouts village). I connected with a boy named Jordan. My village is Mogborie ( Sam McCabes and Baby Tanyas village). Emma is my partner.

June 21st

Got a quick email from Dave today. The internet service is sketchy at best. He said it took two hours to try and get an email out today.

He reports that Krystle is teaching Piano to the girls and loving it.He says that everyone knows she is our daughter so they all come up to herand talk to her about us.

If you remember last year on the blog reading about Alfred that Christina cameacross in a village. He was starving in the back of a hut and has a siezure disorder that was out of control. The teampaid last year to send him into the hospital and the reports comingback were unclear of how he was doing. (Christina I hope you are reading this)Dave said that Alfred is doing well and is kind of fat. Hissiezures are not controlled but he is doing pretty good. I was excited to hear about that. Christina I hope you are excited to hear that too.

Dave also reported that he spent some timewith the health animators today (women from each village that get specialized instruction from the nurse on sanitationand nutrition and take the information back to their ownvillages). These women were instrumental in my medical team going around to the villages and providing care. They are a great resource for uswhen wego into each village.I send each animator a bag to carry their stuff, sort of like our canvas grocery bags(found them at the dollar store). These women carrytheir stuff in black thin plastic bags and the bags are not strong.Dave said they were so excited to hear about my recovery and to get the bags that they sang and prayed rejoicing to God for his faithfulness for over an hour. Pretty amazing!

Please pray for the ministryin Banta.

June 17 2 pm

Just heard from Dave and Krystle. They are safe in Banta. All the bags arrived, nothing was lost of stolen. They were three hours delayed out ofChicago and two hours delayed out of London but all was well when they arrived in Freetown National Airport. They stayed one night at the Lungi hotel then off to the ferry early the next morning.

Quami and Auntie Chris met them at the ferrywhen itlandedFreetown.

They arrived this afternoon in Banta Mokelle to the children lined up andsinging. Khadija (our sponsored child) grabbed Krystle's hand andwalked her down to the childrens homes. Dave was tearful as he explained how amazing it was to watchKrystle and Khadija walking hand in hand.

Krystle said that it was the most interesting ferry ride she has ever been on. The car ride through Freetown was fun being bombarded by people wanting to sell them every thing form boiled eggs to batteries. She did well on the car ride to Banta. She said her stomach is doing well.

Krystle will be in house 10 with the interns. Dave will be in themain house with Mama Angie. Dave says that Mama Angie is doing well. He was given hugs by everyone and felt very welcomed.

Daves African name is Baggie

Krystles African name is Lubo (I think- hard to understand her on the phone)

Keep praying for them as they settle in..

June 15 2010

Dave and Krystle left this morning for Sierra Leone.

With three check in bags a piece and excitement, Dave and Krystle left Seatac. Dave now seems like the expert and to have his daughter by his side has meant a lot to him. Krystle said this morning that she was at peace, and that she knew that it came from God because there is no other explanation.

After waiting three hourson the tarmac they headed from Chicago toLondon(10hour flight) 6 hour layoverthen the 5 hour flight to Freetown National Airport.

Dave will be gone for five weeks and Krystle will be gone for 8 weeks serving in Banta Mokelleh, Sierra Leone. Please pray for their safe travels. Check for updates often.

Dave and Krystle in the Airport (Chicago)