If I use the phrases in their language that I know, the local people often light up. You can almost see them thinking to themselves, "This white person is speaking one of my languages!" When I try to speak in their language people are more at ease, and it opens a door to connect in a different way. It encourages me to keep trying, even though I often make a fool of myself by mis-pronouncing words or remembering them incorrectly.
Language school was a stretch for me. It was good, difficult, and successful! I am a long way from being fluent, but I am hearing, understanding, and speaking more than I could before. My teachers were amazingly patient, kind, and knowledgeable and a sweet encouragement to me too. I was blessed by language helpers of all ages around the market area who graciously practiced with me every day. Now I get to continue my language learning here, but it is in the midst of daily life instead of in a classroom.
One difficult part of my time at language school was a cultural misunderstanding with my host family. This is one of the tough things about living in a different culture. Sometimes things that are normal or acceptable in our home country are completely unacceptable in our new country, and sometimes we have no clue. I'm so grateful for a God who gives us (and those we interact with) grace and forgiveness to continue to work together for His glory. Let's praise Him for how He works to bring good out of the messes we make.