I was only six years old when I walked myself to school. The path I trekked started at my breakfast table and ended two whole rooms away in my family’s school room. Home education rocked. However, my education did not remain at home. My family and I toured historical sites, and twenty-seven State Capitol buildings on road trips as parts of my History class. But to me, the most memorable school experience was my 6th grade Spanish class. It was 4:00 A.M. when I excitedly woke up for Spanish class. I would be getting on three different planes with my family before I would arrive the next day at the Central American Spanish School in Utila, a Caribbean Island eighteen miles off the shores of Honduras. My mom chose the Spanish school
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I was determined to speak the language as soon as possible. My family and I connected ourselves to an Iglasia de Babtista, a Spanish speaking church on the Island to receive godly accountability and Spanish practice. The first week we were there, the pastor, in the middle of his Spanish sermon, said in English, “Do you understand what I am saying?” We perked up since we finally understood him, but we answered, “No.” The church laughed. Thankfully, the church gathered five times a week, so our understanding of his messages grew quickly. Some days we had to miss because of our heavy load of homework. To our surprise people in our church body came to our door and asked, if we were falling away from the Lord and putting our school above Him. We tried to explain that in the United States we are not used to gathering five to six times a week, so they would stay and help us finish our Spanish homework so that we could gather in our Lord next meeting. I started switching English words out for the Spanish words I was learning and soon my sentences were mostly in Spanish. I understood full messages from the Pastor. I even began to dream in Spanish. Speaking in Spanish helped me communicate with others on the island, specifically the girls. They did not know about purity, and that God’s design for relationship and physical interaction
I was determined to speak the language as soon as possible. My family and I connected ourselves to an Iglasia de Babtista, a Spanish speaking church on the Island to receive godly accountability and Spanish practice. The first week we were there, the pastor, in the middle of his Spanish sermon, said in English, “Do you understand what I am saying?” We perked up since we finally understood him, but we answered, “No.” The church laughed. Thankfully, the church gathered five times a week, so our understanding of his messages grew quickly. Some days we had to miss because of our heavy load of homework. To our surprise people in our church body came to our door and asked, if we were falling away from the Lord and putting our school above Him. We tried to explain that in the United States we are not used to gathering five to six times a week, so they would stay and help us finish our Spanish homework so that we could gather in our Lord next meeting. I started switching English words out for the Spanish words I was learning and soon my sentences were mostly in Spanish. I understood full messages from the Pastor. I even began to dream in Spanish. Speaking in Spanish helped me communicate with others on the island, specifically the girls. They did not know about purity, and that God’s design for relationship and physical interaction