It was (IS) a lot more difficult than I thought it would be to not know how to speak the language. I wish I could put words to how--embarrassing, frustrating, sad, overwhelming--it is to not be able to use your voice! However, I can sympathize with my 11 month old son who cries as he tries to communicate his needs to me and my husband. Sometimes, I wish I could just do that too, buddy!
Having studied French in high school (and I guess being married to a Brazilian??), I understand a lot more than I can say. I generally understand the gist of the conversation. But trying to respond is a totally different thing! I'm thankful (and nervous!) that I will begin language class soon. It's going to be helpful (and humbling).
Isn't it incredible that God created us with the desire to communicate? to fellowship? to be in relationship with one another? And He communicates with us - through His Word. I'm so thankful that our God is a God who speaks. He created language (and created by language - He spoke and everything happened!) and gave us His Word so that we could know Him. I have to remind myself of this as I'm miles away and a whole different language away from "home." I have the privilege of learning a new language to introduce others to my Savior.
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