I'm losing my French. I miss Pidgin. I miss the familiar sounds of Nooni. I tried my hand at Sesotho last year. Now I'm learning Afrikaans and Zulu at the same time. And Lord, some days I just want to go back to a language I already know. One were I don't feel like I might be stuck in toddlerhood for the rest of my life.
What's that you say, Lord?
Love never ends?
So we never stop trying. We never stop reaching people with meaning, the meaning of His love in a language that is richer to their ears than my own, so that possibly, just possibly with 5 words that make sense, a side of God may be revealed in a way that thousands of words of English could never unveil.
And yes. English is spoken here. But the words of your mother, your mother tongue, penetrate deeper and richer than the language of a foreigner, even when these words stumble forth from the foreigner's tongue with the awkwardness of a toddler.
|Extra Afrikaans lessons with Mevrou DuPloy after school|
|Faith gave me my first Zulu lesson last week.|
|Because there are people here who I really, really love.|