After our faith building time on deputation, we left for deputation with our 28 day old daughter (I know, I was young and stupid). The language learning process was much more challenging than I had anticipated… My brain was stretched, torn, stomped on, and twisted in ways I didn’t know was possible – and that was the good days.
After months of work, the words started coming together, and soon I was preaching short messages.
After tons of painful struggles, the giant of “learning another language” was on the ropes. With a few more hard hits, he’d be on the ground!
Our faith grew. Language school was Faith Building 102.