Day 37, Guest Blogger

Day 37/46 of Lenten blog, in the home stretch…

Just before he was dragged off to prison, Owen composed the essay below about his family life, as assigned to him in his grammar class. Owen (yes, this is his real name) is our 12 year old middle child, and he attends an online school, called TPS–The Potter’s school (no, not a wizarding school in London, it’s actually a reference to Isaiah 64:8). Here is his guest appearance:

Owen Moultray   2/4/2019 Writing fundamentals 6  Family story     I live in Honduras. The story on how I got here is a good one. So,  sit back and relax as I tell the story. It all started when I was  only 9. Life was going fine until the night that I heard my mom and  dad talking about becoming missionaries. At first I thought that it  would be cool to travel to somewhere outside of the U.S.A. My friends had done it before so I was in, of course they only went for a  month. One night, I overheard that we were going to sell the house.  That was hard for me to process. I had lived in the house for 6 years and I wanted to live in it forever, but God knew what was best for  us and so after a lot of please "don’t make us go's" and a few "I  like it here's" we were ready to go.   Before I go too far I need to talk about my everyday life before we  became missionaries. I would go to public school. I lived on a big  hill in a nice house with great neighbors.  It was the American  dream. I liked to play basketball, baseball and ultimate Frisbee and I loved to ride my bike with my friends. My dad was a doctor at a  nearby hospital and was a great hunter. I lived close to my entire  family and I had a lot friends so that made it even harder to leave. Now looking back, I feel kind of silly because I love it here in  Honduras. My daily life includes home school.  I play in the jungle  with my new friends.  I love our home, I love the jungle and I love  our neighbors.  My dad now has a job working at the hospital called  Loma De Luz which means light on a hill.  I even help. Sometimes I  work in the work shop and sometimes I even help with worship. I still enjoy playing all the sports that I listed above plus a couple new  ones such as football, soccer and kick ball. I like my life in  Honduras and I would not change a thing about it.

Not bad son, maybe you can take over the show…

Today, I saw Gothel (day 27) and she was cuter than ever. Her dimples were more prominent now that the swelling has left her face. She is doing great.

The day was a little hectic: kid with a dog bite, lady with a stroke, a guy who burned his eye with chemicals, new diagnosis of diabetes (which is, unfortunately, about every day here…), a boy with foot fungus, a young lady with cellulitis (skin infection) of her leg, a couple pregnant women (one who needs a C-section tomorrow), a lady with depression, and a couple others. I’m on call tonight, and the night is young, so we’ll see what else comes in.

I want to give a shout out to our home state. Washington State has been good to our little hospital in the last month or two. We have a team here right now from Bellingham doing surgery, medicine and anesthesia, and we had a team last week from Seattle that did Otolaryngology. Also here is James and Suzanne, James is a Prosthetist (a leg-maker) who is spearheading our budding prosthetic program; they, too, are from Washington. Last month, our Urology team from Yakima visited as well. And today, when I needed help with the fellow with the chemical eye burns, I called poison control from good ol’ Washington State, and Amanda helped me sort it out. In the past we’ve had a Dentist, Optometrist, mechanic, Veterinarian, soccer camp, and nutritionist from WA. And so I just want to say, thanks Washington. Sure, you made marijuana legal, and you got rid of the Sonics, but overall, you’re really swell. You make good peoples… So How bout it, Georgia? And Texas, what have you done for us lately? Better step it up…

Photos of the day:

Between the hospital and the shop lies this little corridor. It’s usually shady and quiet, so I like taking a Long-cut through here once in awhile.

Below is a peek in the Bodega (the shop). Just keeping this place up and running is more than a full time job for an entire crew of people. Lot’s of stuff gets built or fixed in there. Thanks Maintenance crew, we appreciate you!