Orgullosamente Catracha {tBwB}

This is another blog from the series (the Blondes with Blogs) that I’m doing with my friends Maddi and Lauren.  After reading this, you should check out their blogs, they’re great!

As some of you may know, and as others may imagine, the life here in Honduras is very different from the life in the US.  For starters, we’re slightly behind on the technology, and the customer service tends to be horrible in most places.  It’s more than that, I’m just kidding. 😛 😀 😉

There are a few parallels that we have with the States, though.  We have different levels of economic statuses that divide between different lifestyles, as well as racism that is often found here in Honduras.  There is a vast range of different cultures: We have the Garifuna culture, we have the Indian culture (Maya Indians, as well as some others up in the mountains),  we have the Misquitos (from La Mosquitia), and we have the Catracho culture that joins all Honduran people together.

The Garifunas originate from a mix between the Arawak and Carib Indians, and speak Garifuna which is really cool to talk; they have some awesome words and spelling.  I love the Garifuna people, and they have such a fun ambience.  They also are very superstitious, and tend to believe things and follow traditions that don’t really make sense.  You can read more about them here.

The Indians tend to be very shy, and live up in the mountains (mostly).  I remember once we were driving along a small dirt road way up in the mountains to go see some really deep holes in the ground in the middle of the forest.  I know, it sounds illogical, but my mom is all into nature, so… 😛 😉  Anyways, while driving on this dirt road, we passed a little old lady, that (upon hearing the car coming) threw herself into the bushes, to get out of the way of whatever was coming.  It was very funny for us, but I’m sure it scared her out of her wits.   The Indians also have many superstitious beliefs.  When Obed (one of our pastor’s son) died, the pastor’s unsaved family members, in their blind belief, cut the buttons off of the front of the baby’s shirt. They said each button (supposedly) represented a family member who would follow him in death.  It was sad to see, honestly.

I don’t know much about the Mayan Indians, except what I’ve felt when visiting close by. When you go up to Copan, you can feel the spiritual superstitions in the air, and the Indians’ belief in the altars and false gods is saddening.

I don’t know too much about the Misquitos either, but I do know that they have their own language and I’m sure we’ll be learning more about them soon, as Bro. Bairon and Sis. Mavis move and become pastors in La Mosquitia.

The culture that brings all people together is the pride of being a Catracho (what Hondurans call themselves).  We have the best beans ever (only grown here), and some of the best coffee in the world.  There is beautiful scenery everywhere, what with the ocean and the gorgeous mountains.  You also get to enjoy the tropical weather! 😀 😛 😉 That means 100% hot, with 80% humidity, so we can easily say that the brave are raised here.   You get real bananas, real pineapple, and real mangoes.  Plus many other yummy things.  So many people use fresh fruit and vegetables in cooking instead of canned…it makes the food so much yummier. 😉

I’m so thankful to have been able to raised here in Honduras, and I’m thankful that God is allowing  me to be a part of the ministry in reaching people here.

A while back, I wrote a paper titled “The Girl With No Home”.  This paper explained my life growing up as a Missionary’s Kid.  It also explained how I don’t feel at home in the US, and how I don’t feel 100% at home in Honduras, either (although I feel more comfortable here).

I’ve grown up in Honduras since I was 2, so it’s become like my home.  I remember that as a little girl, I became friends with lots of little girls, and I had a new family in Honduras!  I was far away from my biological family, but close to my adopted family. 🙂  I remember that over time, while aging, I started getting closer to Hondurans than to Americans.  Some of my American family members would tell me to be careful getting too close to Hondurans, because of the racism that can be found here.  I would laugh it off and ignore it, to be honest.

The people in Honduras understood me better.  We went years at a time without going to the US, and every time we went I went through culture shock at the difference in everything!  I have faced lots of different things as an Mk, and I have come to appreciate my family, and the good friends that God has given me.  I appreciate our church more and more every day.

When I would go to the US, I would always feel that some of the young people would be so shallow.  They would talk about all manner of things, such as clothes, purses, shoes, and always boys (since I would talk mostly to girls 😀 ).  While I do talk about guys sometimes in my group chat, it’s definitely not the highlight of my conversations.

Being here in Honduras, I’ve been affected by terrible things that happen here, and real life issues are the kind I like to address.  I find it interesting to talk about depression, since I’ve seen so many versions of it here through my friends and the young people in our church.  I  have been through depression, as well.  God’s given me the opportunity more than once to talk to somebody going through depression, and I’ve learned to recognize the symptoms.  I can tell when one of our young people is going through it almost immediately.  While in some churches in the US, I would notice some people struggling with it.  However, upon starting to talk with other young people about depression, and the suicide rate in our country (and in America), they would get uneasy and begin to back out of the conversation.

I’m sure a lot of people think me weird, which I guess I am. 😀 However, when living in a country that faces these issues every day, it’s hard to ignore them!  It’s hard to look away when your best friend is going through depression, and technically you’re the only one with the power to talk them out of it.  Depression is one of the things I talk about a lot, because of the experience I’ve had with it.  So it was hard to be with people who found it an uncomfortable subject.

Because of the reaction of some of the young people I saw in the US, I started to believe that all American young people were that way.  After this conclusion, I no longer even wanted to go to the US, because of how uncomfortable I felt there.  I went through a stage of not even wanting to be an American citizen, I wanted to be full bred Honduran.

The older I got, the more I learned about different types of people.  I got hurt by the people I was closest to, and stabbed in the back by some of my best friends.  One of the main reasons for the pain others inflicted on me was racism.

The racism in Honduras confused me at first, but in spite of that,  I have some good relationships with Hondurans.  Having felt racism in the States, as well, I came to the understanding that racism is found everywhere.

While I did believe that the young people in the US were shallow, I’ve been blessed over the years to be able to meet and become friends with several godly young people.  I embrace being half-and-half American/Honduran. 😀 I love both sides of my life.

I can honestly say that I love where I live; where God has planted me. ❤  Although there have been times when it would be much easier for me to just leave and go to the US, I love the mission field.  I know that one day I will most likely leave Honduras (to follow my husband’s calling) but until that day comes, I am happy to have had the opportunity to grow up here.

Now, by living in Honduras, I’ve had the opportunity to be able to live a full life.  There is never a boring moment here! 😀  With 13 people living in this home, we’ve built an odd, yet beautiful family.  I’ve had the opportunity to see kids grow up in the truth, and I’ve seen young people beginning to break their family chains.  I’ve been able to be part of first services (when starting churches), and there is nothing that can compare, I’m tellin’ you! 😉  I’ve been able to see spiritual battles fought and won through the Spirit many times.  That is one thing that can boost faith immediately! 😀

I think the people I’m closest to is my family.  I too, went through that stage where my family embarrassed me, and made me feel like a baby, but the older I get, the more I appreciate them.  I’ve come to realize that no matter what I do, how I mess up during the day, or whether or not I act immaturely, my family will always be waiting for me with arms wide open.  I’m thankful to God for the constant support I have from my friends down here and in the US, but I’m especially thankful for my family.

I wouldn’t change the experience I’ve had living in Honduras for anything.  Getting involved in soul-winning is so worth it.

Here in Honduras, we also live about 20 mins out of town, which is nice.  Before moving here, we lived in a drug lord infested neighborhood (including the biggest drug lord in Honduras) where we would hear gunshots every night.  So instead of hearing gun shots every night, it’s nice to have some peace and quiet around here.  We live really close to the ocean (which we only go to see when we have visitors ), and we have pretty good breezes here, most of the time.

I can truly say that God has blessed me with the privilege to live in Honduras, and it’s best place I could live.

It was kind hard for me to put all my thoughts into words to write this blog post, but I hope I was somehow able to portray the difference (or some of the differences).

I can say, without a doubt, that Honduras is my home, and indeed holds a large portion of my heart. ❤ 

Have a blessed day!
Sarah Schreckhise

 

10 Replies to “Orgullosamente Catracha {tBwB}”

  1. I love it!!!! SO true about Honduras having the best coffee and FRUIT! Only God knows how much I wish the US had home grown, juicy, wonderfully tasting bananas, mangoes and pineapples……. like my mouth is watering just thinking about them. Can’t wait to come back to see you guys and also eat lots of yummy fruit. FAT GIRL > Over here! Love you, ❤ Sarah!

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    1. That’s cool! I’ve actually never been to Nicaragua. I’ve been in the other countries, because we used to drive down from the US through Mexico, El Salvador, and Guatemala. I would love to travel to Nica! Thank you for reading, and I’m glad you enjoy! God bless! 😊

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      1. Ooh, that’s cool! We’ve never driven down, so we’d love to hear about your experiences with that. I’ve been right on the Rio Coco at the border with Honduras, but I’ve never actually crossed the border. We’ve thought about doing ministry along the river to the Miskitos, especially since our Nica visa applies to Honduras as well. Y’all are welcome to visit whenever we’re down there again for an extended period of time. God bless!

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