I have the amazing God-given privilege of working with some of the most amazing doctors in the world who have left their families and homes behind to follow God’s calling to care for the physically and spiritually broken in another country.
I have the amazing God-given privilege of working with some of the most amazing doctors in the world who have left their families and homes behind to follow God’s calling to care for the physically and spiritually broken in another country.
Upon arriving in Honduras to serve at Hospital Loma de Luz, every missionary is tested for their blood type and is put on a list in the laboratory. One never knows when the vampire will attack…
“CQ Balfate! We need help in the labor room NOW!” Visiting midwife Abigail’s normally calm, nothing-phases-me voice came calling on the radio in complete panic one evening in June…
It is very common to see cattle walking loose down the road or even just lying in the middle of the road taking a nap (a Honduran speed bump) as they make their daily trek from one grazing field to another.
Tio (uncle) handed me his cell phone. Even in the darkness of the picture, I could see the carnage. A cow split in half on the dirt road with three mangled bodies laying in a semi-circle around it…
A frantic call came over the radio one Saturday evening from my roommate Lizzie who was on shift at the hospital…
It was at this point in the conversation that I piped in with a rather amusing story of prime example of this major cultural difference (between Hondurans and Americans)…
Zika … it’s all over local news channels, in the news papers, and is a common topic of discussion. In the months of preparation for my arrival first in Guatemala and in Honduras, many people have asked me, “But aren’t you scared of getting Zika?” I can honestly say that I am not because I am not getting pregnant and most people who get zika don’t have symptoms or think that they have a mild flu.