An Rwandan man used the words, One Step to Peace of Heart to define the word forgiveness.
I thought that was beautiful. An outside look at English gives way to deeper understanding and appreciation for the words at the Speaker’s disposal.
Words are our most exhaustive source of magic~Dumbledore
Hearts pour themselves out through the lips. Truth rolls off tongues, as often as lies. Land is healed when people say, “I am sorry”.
Language is a gift, straight from God. Tainted only by the division it causes, sometimes. Occasionally, the difficulty yields opportunities to share perspectives, exchange stories, and become involved in a person’s life. A blessing happens when friendship blossoms at the apex of dividing lines. Effort funneled towards understanding the words a struggling student has to say can change their life forever or just turn their day around.
I hope one day to find myself on the other side of a language barrier. The one in the foreign place who is alone, far from friends and family. Except for the God beside me, I will fall into a new culture apart from all that I know. Holding tightly to the hand of the Great God who saves, I will be stretched out, and perhaps He will care for me by leading someone-far away from me right now-to listen to my stumbling speech, and take the time to become involved, meanwhile turning my day around.
Come, let us return to the Lord; for He has torn us, that He may heal us; He has struck us down, and He will bind us up….Let us know; let us press on to know the Lord; His going out is sure as the dawn; He will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth. (Hosea 6:1&3)