I just got done leading a Bible study in
Spanish without a translation back-up, and it went really well. I am amazed at
what we are actually able to do when we have no other option. It wasn’t a
flawless flow of communication (that would have been a miracle), but together
we figured out what I wanted to say. And I think it was good. I was blessed and
they seemed blessed as well.
The girls just left and I am sat here in my
living room with the candles lit. It’s windy and rainy outside, and I am
smiling. Happy. Not because I overcame the language challenge, but happy
because of yet another beautiful time of bringing more of Jesus to the girls in
our Bible study.
I am thankful for the privilege of knowing them
and standing with them in their journeys of knowing Jesus. And thankful that
even when language is shaky, love is stronger and is communicated beyond mere
words.