I had some time to sit and drink coffee while one of our dogs was having a dental yesterday. Chance ended up minus 13 teeth by the time the morning was over!  He’s recovering well, by the way. 

I was in a tiny town in rural Nebraska at the local gas station.  In spite of that, I was able to use not only English, but Spanish and ASL—American Sign Language!

People often give me weird looks when I say I love languages, but I truly value learning something just because it’s interesting and I can.

I was—and still am—so thrilled that I had the knowledge to communicate in ASL.  So few people in this area study it.  How lonely life must be for that kind, deaf fellow in that tiny town.  His uncle sat with us at the small, round table. He was surprised and happy when I started signing with his nephew.  I was sad that so few people ever tried.  

The next time someone gives you a strange look when you mention an uncommon interest you are passionate about, don’t let it bother you.  Your passion may lead to something wonderful.  Learning for the love of knowledge feels amazing.  Using what you have learned is truly priceless when you can make another feel less alone.

The Spirit is Willing…

…but the flesh is weak.  Believe me because I know all about it!

I was invited to Sunday’s service because of a special guest from Chile.  The invite was days before, so I had time to decide and plan.  I set Sunday’s alarm for 8:30 so I’d have plenty of time if I wanted to go to Sunday school at ten or the service at eleven.  I got up, had coffee, checked email and everything else online.

I was undecided about going to church until almost 9:30, but then I managed to take my shower and get dressed.  You know how it goes—every reason NOT to go crops up in a matter of minutes.  The wind was vicious and cold.  I hate to walk into a meeting that’s already in progress.  I don’t know what to wear.  I’m tired.  I could read a book instead.  I took all of those excuses as a sign I probably should just go.  I warmed up the car and drove to the church.

I pulled in at about 10:40.  I knew it was class time, so I waited for ten minutes.  The wind was still nasty, and I was still cold, but I dragged myself out of the car anyway.

I finally got the sanctuary door open and was welcomed inside.  They had coffee and bread set up for everyone.  Jim was an interesting speaker who spoke about Chile and the work his ministry does there.  They focus on children being raised by single moms or grannies.  He takes food to the homes if needed and tells them about the love of Jesus.  Since Chile is a Spanish-speaking country, I expected to chat with him in Spanish later, and I did.  He also shared that he had encountered a deaf child, so the team members were learning sign language.  My friends know I speak Spanish and have studied sign language as well.

Teams are welcome to come and help with construction and more.  That might be our next trip.