Last night I spent some time talking to an amazing couple in a somewhat similiar-to-ours multi-cultural relationship. Well, even more interesting was observing the dynamics of the bilingual aspect of their relationship. Both speak Spanish and English very well, and I’m guessing the husband also has a third language under his belt. As I started the conversation in English, they continued. Though I speak and understand Spanish fine, the English teacher in me kept speaking in English to keep the wife practicing. But under normal circumstances they communicate to each other in Spanish.

I make Daniel speak English here in the States, and I spoke in Spanish in Peru. Eventually I’m sure we’ll go back to Spanish when I start slipping there or need to brush up on my expressions. But let’s be honest, no bilingual couple stays 100% in any language. And I noticed this even in our conversation last night. Certain sentences were in Spanish, sometimes out of excitement, sometimes because the topic just didn’t feel as natural in English.

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// the one thing I loved watching was what happened every time she was trying to think of a word in English or say a word she didn’t know. Even though I would have understood even if she said the word in Spanish, she turned to him and asked “how do you say… in English?” In those brief moments when she felt lost and didn’t know the answer, her very first instinct was to look to her husband. Sure, she could get the word from anyone, but naturally, without thinking, she turned to him.

This instinct amazes me. Without thinking, we know who we trust the most. And it really is a relationship being built over time that brings you to lean on each other for more than just the basic needs of life. I hope my marriage is learning some of these same lessons.

But more than anything, I hope my relationship with God is building the same way. We often say that we know we should ask God for help even for the little things, but don’t think to do it. I think a lot of this is built on relationship, not even our typical “oh, He came through for me this time, I guess I’ll ask again” or “I know I should ask Him first, so I really just have to remember.” Maybe, just by talking to Him daily, sharing our hopes and fears, we’ll get to the point that without even realizing it, we lean over and ask “hey, how do I say this?”

Minute Men Translators

Once again I found myself translating last minute, which is now becoming a specialty. It was fabulous though. We had the closing ceremony here for the Caleb project, a service/evangelism program for youth in which 20,000 young people from all around Peru came to participate in. Our closing ceremony hosted about half of them. And as a special guest, we had with us Pastor Hiskia Missah, Associate Youth Director of the General Conference. And is he fun to work with! 
They showed up, and when I went to greet them I realized he had no one with him explaining what everyone was saying. Poor guy was lost. So I volunteered to show them around campus a bit, and stay by his side explaining what was going on and translating. Well, this also included translating FOR him from English to Spanish on stage (something I was not exactly ready for, but didn’t do too bad of a job if I do say so myself). Not to mention it was great seeing a few familiar faces from my year in Brazil here too. And I’ll admit it made me a bit homesick for Brazil. But it sure is nice feeling something familiar. And it was encouraging to see how many people were there to participate and celebrate together. Well worth working until 10:30pm 🙂