Hi everyone,
This is another entry that I wrote a long time ago and never posted. Better late than never, right?
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Now
that my year with Cabrini Mission Corps is over, I have had a month to
settle into a new routine. Three days a week I'm going down to Immigrant
Services in Chinatown to volunteer, but the rest of my time is divided
between applying for jobs and teaching myself Spanish. And when I say
teaching myself Spanish, BOY do I mean it. This is what my average day
looks like:
Wake up.
Eat breakfast while watching an episode of a Spanish telenovela.
Complete 1 unit of Rosetta Stone.
Read a few chapters from my "Easy Spanish Reader" that I got from the library.
Eat lunch while watching another episode of a Spanish telenovela.
Complete another unit of Rosetta Stone.
Read a section of Barron's "Complete Spanish Grammar Review" (also courtesy of the library).
Nap.
Dinner...
you guessed it! .. while watching a THIRD episode of a Spanish
telenovela. Sometimes a fourth, depending on how intense the cliffhanger
was.
Overall, I have actually learned quite a bit of Spanish this month and I have witnessed an AWFUL lot of television drama.
And here's where God come in...
I
have never had a productive summer in my life. My family will testify
to this. In fact, the number one and two question that my dad and
brother ask me during the summer months have always been, "What time did
you get out of bed?" and "Have you left the house today?"
But
I have never wanted anything so bad as to learn Spanish in my whole
life. For one thing, every single job that I want in New York City that
relates to direct social services has listed "Bi-lingual
English/Spanish" as a requirement. For another, it's true that a vast
number, if not the majority, of the clients I'll end up serving will be
Spanish speakers, and I will be frustrated if I'm unable to help them if
it's due to a simple language barrier. Ha ha... "simple."
But
most importantly, I have developed over the course of a few years now a
real devotion to Our Lady of Guadalupe and Latin American culture.
Strangely enough, though, I have never BEEN to Latin America and I have
never been to Mexico.
But since writing this, I've been to Guatemala! :)
Now
normally I feel that my burning desire to learn Spanish would have
fizzled out by now, 'cause.. I'm usually pretty lazy like that.. but
this summer, with THIS project, I feel like God is helping me to keep my
focus by keeping me excited about how much I'm learning and how much
I've yet to learn. For example...
When was the last
time you SAW a marble? Yes, the round stone you play games with. A
marble? I'm pretty sure I haven't seen one since the fourth grade, but
while I was studying a unit of Rosetta Stone the other day, the Spanish
word for marble, "canica" was introduced. The unit was trying to get you
to understand the difference between "una canica," "unas canicas," and
"muchas canicas"- or "a, some, and many marbles." This, I thought, was a
rather useless noun to add to my vocabulary, but ok. I'll roll with ya,
Rosetta Stone....
That afternoon, I was in my dad's
room trying to fix his computer for him when I found a MARBLE on the
carpet! I picked it up and stared at it for a few minutes, trying to
wrap my mind around where it might have come from. Where the heck did a
marble come from? How in the hell did I encounter it on the same day
that I learned the word for marble from my Rosetta Stone? I showed it to
my dad-
"What is this?!"
"A marble."
"Where did it come from?"
"I don't know."
"When was the last time you've even
seen a marble?"
"I can't remember."
"Does it belong to Hemwattie?" (
Dad's girlfriend)
"I don't know."
...
The
marble mystery remains unsolved, but more just like it keep happening
every day, and I think it's God's way of keeping me excited about how
much I'm learning. I think he's trying to tell me that I'm doing exactly
what I'm supposed to be doing.
The plot thickens-
In
addition to Rosetta Stone, my telenovelas, and my books, I also have a
half dozen Spanish apps on my I-Pad. My favorite one is called, "Say
Hi." With this app, you press a button and speak into the microphone in
English or Spanish. Then the app translates what you've said into the
opposite language, writes it on the screen for you, and actually
says it
out loud. So when I'm trying to apply everything I've learned and see
if I've used the Spanish grammar rules correctly, I'll go to my "Say Hi"
app, say something into it in Spanish, and pray that it spits back a
perfect English sentence to me. Most of the time I'm off in one way or
another. I often have difficulty with reflexive verbs, for example, or
with figuring out where pronouns belong. And I'm sure this is not the
most sophisticated or accurate app, either. I mean, it
was a free app after all.
Anyway,
today was a very long, but good day. I Skyped with Kim, a fellow
missioner, talked to an old professor, was asked to be GODMOTHER to a
friend's baby, applied for a position with the New York Immigration
Coalition, and spent the evening hours researching an intensive Spanish
school in Guatemala that was recommended to me. I looked up plane
tickets to Guatemala City- only 450 dollars roundtrip- and then spent
the night making constant jokes at my dad about him paying for me to go
to Spanish school. "Hey dad, do you think you could fit that on my plane
to Guatemala?" "Oh, but that would cost so much less in Guatemala!"
"Well, while I'm in Guatemala I won't have time for any of that!"
About
an hour ago I realized that I was exhausted, but that I wasn't ready
for bed yet. So I sat quietly in my chair to have "un momento con el
Señor," a moment with God.
I've
been SO BUSY. Excited and happy, but busy, and God has been so present
in every moment of my journey that I just wanted to find a moment to
thank Him for being with me in all this. It's painful to know that you
can't be where you want to be, or have the job you want to have because
you don't know a language. My SPIRIT is so willing and I want to learn
SO bad, and I realize that it's going to take quite a bit of time, but
God has been constantly reminding me that it is possible and that I will
succeed, eventually. And he keeps reminding me that the people I am
doing this for are absolutely worth it. They are where his heart is. And
mine.
So for this particular prayer I decided I was
going to try to say it in Spanish. It was pretty ugly, but I strung a
few sentences together that I wouldn't have been able to make a week
ago, and I felt this warm feeling like God was pleased with me for
trying. I felt like He and I were one step closer to Mexico. I rested a
moment, in silence with him, and imagined giving him a big hug. As I
often do, I wondered if the historical Christ looked at all like I
imagine him. I looked up at the wall above my chair, where an image of
Our Lady of Guadalupe and Jesus hang side by side. I looked at her, and I
looked at him and I thought, "I can't wait to see you." Then I wondered
if I'd be able to say that in Spanish, if I tried, and after much
thought I came up with "No puedo esperar a verte."
Wondering
if that was actually how to say it, I picked up my I-Pad, opened up
the, "Say Hi," app, and said into it, "No puedo esperar a verte." After a
moment my I-Pad replied in a choppy, automated voice, "I can not wait
to see you." It was the first thing I had ever said into it that I had
gotten completely right.
But I was struck by something
that I didn't even realize was happening. What started out as a
prayer... that I allowed to deviate to a test of my language ability...
turned back into a conversation with God. The most beautiful
conversation I could imagine, because He told me exactly what I wanted
to hear. He can't wait to see me? He said it out loud.
And as all things this year have ended... I started to cry.
I don't know what God would say if I asked him, "What do you mean by that?" But when I heard those words I thought I
knew
in my heart exactly what it meant. I looked up at Christ on the wall
and Our Lady of Guadalupe and I knew that He was telling me that He
couldn't wait for me to get there. Couldn't wait for me to see him.
Couldn't wait for me to succeed. To get to Mexico and be with the people
he's calling me to serve. To be with Him there. In love and in mission.
It was such a moment of
Grace, as I feel my
whole month has been. He is so present to me right now and I'm so
grateful to feel so loved and supported by Him. I know he'll continue
helping me find my way to Mexico and Our Lady. I know he'll keep me
optimistic and excited. I know he'll help me see this through and learn
this language that will help me serve my brothers and sisters.
I am so grateful.
Gracias S
eñor.
Con Amor,
Gina
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Note:
Sorry this blog dropped off the map. I am hoping to post some things
that I wrote during the last few years that I never got around to
publishing. ... but I'm not going to set a time frame... because... that
would just be a mistake. And mt GOODNESS how crazy it is for me to have
just re-read what I wrote little over a year ago. I am very blessed to
have made it so much farther in my Spanish learning... I am very blessed
to have made it to Central America... now, I just can't wait for Mexico.
:)