Today marks six months of being American Africans. SIX MONTHS!!!!
“Wow, that has gone fast,” my conversant commented.
“FOR YOU!” I joked. 😉
In some moments six months has surprised us and in some moments language school feels like a never-ending endeavor. 😉
Six months looks like having enough language to complete our normal needs/wants/tasks without problems, while still forgetting how to congregate some irregular verbs to say something simple like “I have gone to the doctor before.”
Six months looks like preaching and teaching Sunday School lessons. Some sermons even coming with less than 12 hours of notice. HA!
Six months looks like a toddler experiencing some culture shock, resulting in a regression to diapers again, a promise that this is a phase, and more intentional Mommy snuggles. And by the way, this same toddler is reminding me that she wants underwear sometime soon when she does a good job using the potty, so I am encouraged by the grace she has been extended.
Six months looks like knowing what pizza place the family likes and successfully avoiding some other “less delightful” restaurants in town.
Six months looks like moving beyond introductory language to really starting to learn friends’ testimony’s, cultural superstitions, and understanding different ways of life.
Six months looks like looking at future homeschool curriculum so you’ll be ready to order it when the time comes in the next handful of months. (It takes a while to get here, but it’s still an exciting promise of things on the horizon.)
Six months looks like being SO CLOSE to remembering all of Roman’s Road and culturally appropriate questions regarding these verses to engage others in conversation.
Six months looks like celebrating with ice cream while skyping my best friend and her little boy.
Six months looks like a third grader doing 95% of her homework all by herself and casually reading her first grade sister the Portuguese directions to complete her first grade homework. It also looks like two girls enjoying school, but looking forward to returning to homeschool in English (!!!) as well. 😉
Oh sure, six months still has it’s growing pains, frustrations and challenges to rise above.
But six months also finds this country dripping with home, these pot-holed streets and people not so foreign and these hands still open to whatever God would have us learn
here in Mozambique, Africa.
Thank you, Lord, for six completed months.
Happy six months, FPO family!