Spanish in highschool, wasn't too bad.
Two years of French with Dr. Page.
Three months worth of Tamil.
Random Chinese or Korean words on Monday nights.
I was picking it up pretty easily.
God apparently has other plans for my three months in Central America.
Indubitably, God wants to humble me.
It has been a struggle every day to communicate the simplest thing.
Yancy speaks no English, but we laugh at Gustavo's insane antics.
Gustavo speaks a little more English, but he relies more on charades to communicate meaning.
The language barrier is frustrating and can often tempt me to withdraw from situations.
I have been speaking the language of soccer and laughter.
Every day, I need to make a choice to trust that God will give me the words to say.
My struggle to find words on my own, has forced me to relenquish control to God.
Through Holy Spirit, I am assured that words will come.
The Spirit has been reminding me of God's words that speak to the situation or just the words to say in prayer or in conversation. It's kinda of cool when you have no idea where the thought came to say the words that are coming out of your mouth.
While I thought I was doing pretty well, learning languages on my own, God giving me the words to say is indescribably better!
