I felt his pain. Flashbacks to language school—having to memorize words that made no sense, and maneuvering my mouth around unfamiliar consonant blends—filled me with sympathy for my son. I knew this would be painful for him, for me.
“Well, there’s no getting around it. It’s due tomorrow, and you either memorize it or fail,” Tough Love Mama shoved Sympathetic Mama out of the way.
I attacked those verses, broke them down into manageable chunks, drew silly illustrations for each word.
“Okay, this word takkan kind of sounds like ‘Tarakan’ where we used to live. And membingbing sounds like ‘bling-bling,’ which is funky gold jewelry that some people wear.”
Syllable by syllable, he committed those verses to memory. The next day after school, I was anxious to hear how it went.
“It went fine,” he said. “I even helped other kids study.”
“See, Son, just because something is hard isn’t a reason not to do it.” Oh boy, did I just say that out loud? It was one of those moments when what I’m telling my child is really what I, the mom, need to hear.
I shrugged. “It’s hard, but that’s not a reason to stop.”
My own words keep coming back to me, each time I’m faced with a challenge: a drunken man in the road, threatening us as we drive by; the power going off (as it did while I was typing this); discouraging news from family in the U.S. Life is hard, ministry is hard—but it’s not a reason to give up.
The Lord is faithful in hard times, and we press on in His strength—one syllable, one word, one challenge at a time.
My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” — 2 Corinthians 12:9
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*Natalie’s husband, David, recently took on a new role as regional director of MAF’s Indonesia programs.