I cried today. It was the strangest cry I have ever had. It
came unexpected and as the tears flowed I was surprised how much I cared, how
overwhelmingly important it was to me. They were tears of joy. I think my maestro did not know what to do
with me or what was happening. I didn’t
know what to do except for breath and cry.
Long before I met George, before I married a Mexican
man. Before my children were children of
color. Before I knew the life I know now.
I wanted my children to speak Spanish.
Today I knew that my kids would speak Spanish and it snuck up on me. We each had individual teachers and we were
spread around this room at little tables learning Spanish. Then it happened, I suddenly heard sweet Gabriel speaking and
repeating Spanish words behind me. He
and his teacher had moved directly behind me. I did not expect to hear him
speak. I was concentrating on my own lesson. Out of no where I heard a familiar voice a voice so dear using foreign
words. I began to cry…
I surprised myself, my teacher just patted me. All our
teachers are Spanish speakers. They do
not know much English. I did not know how to tell her what was happening… I
hardly knew what was happening. I pieced
together a few Spanish sentences that went something like this. “Es muy importante
para yo. Mi ninos habla espanol.” I’m sure that is all wrong but she patted my
shoulder and did her best to comfort me.
Honestly I do not know why it is so important to me. Perhaps because I struggled to learn Spanish
in school, and I know that it is easier the younger you are. Perhaps it is because it is part of my
children’s heritage. Perhaps it’s because I know that
it will carry them further. It was and
is a desire of my heart.
Psalms 37:4 Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart.
Muy importante. It is
very important. Our children will
proclaim the Gospel of Christ to the generations to come. Our children will
minister to people in both languages. A second language is a gift from God!!
Mathew 7:11 If you, then, though you are
evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your
Father in heaven give good gifts to
those who ask him!
Llorar es Vivir...
ReplyDeleteCuanda voy at Guatamala nos ver, lloro tambiƩn.
Thank you Kevin!
ReplyDeleteMamma,
ReplyDeleteit's me, Cecilia. I just read your blog and absolutely love it! I love how you see a future beyond my appearence. I am so happy to know that you care about my future. I love you, mommy. Te amo, mamma!
Enjoy, Enjoy, Sweet Girl! And..."I pray that from HIS glorious, unlimited resources HE will empower you with inner strength through his spirit!" Eph 7:16 NLT
ReplyDeleteThank you Aunt Jody! I do love it here!
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