It’s been part of the journey.
This addition of another language into our lives
My husband looked at me on Sunday and said, “I need to learn ASL.”
And I feel the same way.
I really don’t grasp the language the way I want to.
But I’m so thankful for what we have learned.
Because it’s becoming more and more a part of my life.
Although my asthma has been improving and I’m getting stronger, I still loose the ability to speak fairly regularly.
With all the disinfectant being used in stores, I am finding it difficult.
I actually try not to go anywhere.
But the pharmacy is often closed when my husband is off work.
Therefore I’ve made several trips to Bi-Mart, recently.
Each time my voice has vanished.
But God is using it.
Last Tuesday, I was able to speak to the pharmacist and get my prescription, but by the time we reached the check out line with other needed items it was gone.
While standing in line, I had been signing to Anne when I looked up.
The checker was nodding to us, that she was ready.
Anne spoke kindly with her while she passed the items through.
I slid my card into the machine and patiently, using the wand, pushed all required keys.
It was as the lady, behind her mask, turned from her register with my receipt that I was blessed.
She was looking directly into my eyes with a gentle, heart warming expression.
She handed me the slip of paper and then carefully signed, “Good day”.
It was a gift.
Hopefully my face communicated my deep appreciation.
I signed back, “You too.”
Then turned for the door.
I didn’t want to start crying.
That response has only happened one other time, but both were so beautiful.
I was truly blessed.
Another gift I’ve gained is a tiny sliver of what it must be like for those trapped by a lack of communication.
There’s something truly incredible in being able to both understand others and express yourself.
It’s a gift I have not thanked God for until this journey.
When our Anne was three months old my mother-in-law had a serious stroke and has never completely regained her ability to speak as she had before.
Our Jase has always found communication a struggle and as a small boy, would retreat within himself when the world was just too confusing.
Both circumstances taught me a great deal of compassion and some tools to use in helping them communicate.
But that’s completely different from experiencing the frustration of not being understood myself.
Now, I can empathize with those who are unable in a new way.
What a blessing to have God open a door in my understanding by removing an ability!
I’m so thankful for this opportunity.
I look forward to learning more of this language and becoming fluent, (hopefully).
I also look forward to continuing to pray with compassion for those who experience daily loss of communication.
Most of all, I look forward to how God is drawing me closer to Himself through this journey we are on.
I’m so blessed and thankful to the Lord!
I may not always be able to understand.
I may not always be able to speak.
But I can always praise the LORD.
1 Chronicles 23:30 KJV — And to stand every morning to thank and praise the LORD, and likewise at even;