the language of love.

Sometimes its hard/ frustrating not being able to speak the same language
with the people you are surrounded by. We have been moving around a lot
on this trip and everywhere you go there is a new language filled with
new greetings and new phrases to pick up. Last week at church one of the
missionaries here in Moshi, Tanzania stood up and was sharing about how
people get caught up in not knowing languages but how when God calls us
somewhere he wants us to go and to not worry about the language. “It
doesn’t matter if you know the language- if you know the language of
love you can go!!” -Alice.
That has been on my heart quite a bit since she spoke it. I have been
thinking about God and how he is love. I know God. Therefore I should be
able to speak love. Love goes beyond language.
Our team went to a place called the Zoey Baby Center. They take in
babies that are not wanted and raise them up with as much love and care
as they are able. We had so much fun playing with those babies and
holding them and loving on them and none of them could understand a word
we would say. The little toddlers just wanted to be loved so we would
speak to them anyway. I was holding this one little tiny baby and the
whole time I was talking to her and she was smiling and laughing. Oh she
was the sweetest little thing and I think that in those moments its
like God is standing there as our translator. He is taking anything that
we say and speaking love over them in words they can understand in
their spirit.
I hope that today we can all go where God calls us. I hope that today we
speak love boldly because that is what will be understood.

The Lords Prayer in Swahili: (try to speak it out… its fun!)
mathayo 6:9
Basi, hivi ndivgo mnavyopaswa kusali:
‘Baba yetu uliye mbinguni
 jina lako litukwe;
Utawala wako ufike;
Utakalo lifanyike duniani kama mbinguni.
Utupe leo chakula chetu tunachohitaji,
Utusamehe makosa yetu
kama nami tuvacyowasamehe waliotukosea.
Usitutie katika majaribu,
lakini utuokoe na yule mwovu.

God is the same here as he is at home. He understands us in the same way
he understands them. Praise the Lord. His first language is not
english… but love.