rollercoaster.

So I will admit, I am not strong. I'm weak. The past few days have been hard for me. I think the language is really starting to wear at me. I often find myself thinking, 'why on earth are you a Spanish major, you can barely understand the language (orally or written)!?' Then it hit me today, that maybe God is trying to teach me something. Its almost like he is giving me an endurance test, which I feel like I failing at the current moment. I sat at the table today with my family for over 5 hours and barely understood the conversations/ said a word. Then I realized, this is how many people feel everyday, especially the kids who immigrate with their families to the US. Its so hard to sit there and watch the world go by. It hurts. It is frustrating. But through all of this frustration, comes something beautiful. The realization that one day, it won't matter what language you speak. For in heaven, all is understood. God is looking down on us right now and listening to everything we say, feeling every pain we feel. I realized this during church on Friday night and today. I felt the overwhelming presence of God fall over me when we sang songs of praise, songs that I know in English but we sang in Spanish here. Its a beautiful thing to feel.

I hope things start to get easier for me. I'm in a state of frustration but life is a rollercoaster ride, all we need to do is hold on and enjoy the ride.