Estoy hablando

As Christy and I sat in Cabildo at the regular start time for church we found ourselves alone. This is a time of heavy travel for everyone so it wasn't surprising to us that there would be fewer people, but I guess we were thinking there would still be at least a few other missionaries here. We debated heading back home but decided to wait 15 or so minutes to see if any one else showed up. In the end, there was us and six nationals, two of whom were kids. We decided to read a couple versus each going around the circle. As each person read their few versus and it came closer and closer to my turn to read. I was left with a decision to make. Do I read my versus in Spanish or English? Selfishly I wanted to read in English, its what I'm comfortable with, and I knew the others could read the verses in Spanish to cover for me. Something was nagging at me though, and when it came time to read I found myself slowly reading my way through in Spanish.

I hadn't expected it to feel like the "ripping the band-aid off moment," that it was. But when I confessed to them in my beginner-level spanish that it was the first time I had read out loud in Spanish, the group-wide exclamations of encouragement and compliments did feel like a relief to me. Usually Cabildo services are bilingual, today that wasn't the case and somehow this service was one of the most fulfilling for me than any I've had before.

Happy Sunday!

Keep after it!