By Jennie Mayes
Have you ever tried to communicate with someone who doesn’t speak the same language as you?
Last year, our family had the privilege of hosting an exchange student from France. Bettina was in the United States to learn English and the directives we received were to speak only English to her and that she was not here to teach us French. We followed this guideline the entire time she was in our home. But, come June, when her parents and siblings arrived in San Antonio, we realized we could not communicate with them at all. We had no words in French and they had no words in English. We used lots of gesturing and charades and then we all ended up just laughing together. Bettina’s 9 year old sister and Leah, our 9 year old, played an entire day without any words, just the mutual love of Build-a-Bear and being with another small person. It was a beautiful thing. Both families loved Bettina and as a result, we all loved one another. We did not need to speak the language or hear things spoken to us to know we were loved and cared for.
In Psalm 19:1-4, it says, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
We don’t always hear God speaking audibly to us. In fact, if I’m honest, God has never spoken audibly to me. However, God’s voice comes through in the beauty of the earth, in the words of the Psalms, and the saints who surround me. God’s love is in the simplicity of a child and in the magnificence of mountains. In the ordinary and the extraordinary, I receive God’s love and message.