“To learn another
language is to possess a second soul”. A bilingual friend of mine once shared
this quote with me. Ah, what a rosy, romantic picture such a sentiment paints.
I believe that at some point in the future this quote will resonate with me and
I, too, will pass it on to a friend. However, in my current situation I can
identify a bit more with a few things I recently read in an article about
language learning: “Anyone who wants to learn a language well must have a solid
theology of suffering” and, a softer version: “To learn another language is to
come face to face with your humanity”. In the past few weeks I have been
constantly out of my comfort zone and have felt more humbled and helpless than
I have in a very long time. What was I thinking when I asked God to teach me to
rely more fully on Him?! J
Through this process,
however, God has put some people in my life to encourage me. I have a new
housemate living with my host family. She is from France and speaks a little
English and a little Spanish. She doesn’t yet speak either well, but man, she
goes for it, and gets her point across and never pauses to apologize for her
mistakes. I love it and it challenges me to speak more and to try more, despite
the numerous mistakes I know I am making. I had to chuckle the other day when I
left for school. My Bolivian dad and my French roommate were at the kitchen
table. I had a brief conversation with the dad in Spanish, a brief conversation
with my housemate in English, and as I left the room and bid them both a good
day my housemate responded in French. What a beautiful picture of languages and
lives colliding. I am grateful for this unique season in my life and I’m
reminded of times in India and Bosnia when I first recognized the love God had
placed in my heart for other cultures and places.
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Christ Statues can be found all throughout South America. Cochababamba has the largest one in the World (even bigger than Rio's)! |
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Views of Cochabamba from inside The Cristo |
Every Wednesday and
Friday afternoon after language school, I get on a bus that drives me about 20
minutes outside of town and then I walk 10 more minutes down a dusty road to a
place called, “Cometa”. Cometa is a delinquency center for teenagers who have
committed crimes. It is home to 7 girls and 80 boys who remain in the center
for 6 months to 4 years depending on the nature of their crime. Myself and 3
other women spend a couple of hours with the girls, teaching them to cook a
meal or to create a craft. We are there simply to build relationship and to
show love to these young women. Their living conditions are poor and their
treatment neglectful. Security is incredibly lax. We could bring anything in or
out and are only asked to leave our phones at the checkpoint. I don’t know yet
what God has in store for this time at Cometa, but I know that I feel
privileged to know these young women and to be able to pray for them.
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This marks the way to Cometa |
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Outside the gate |
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Beautiful mural outside the road to Cometa |
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Heading to a movie with my host family in Bus 3V! |
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Making "ceviche", a Peruvian dish, at the school with new friends |
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These are the types of lunches my Bolivian mom sends to school with me each day! |
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Game night with some friends. Peru, France and the US represented. |
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