It’s that time again… time for Five Minute Friday. I am joining with lots of other bloggers who will write for five minutes about one word. Today’s word… VIEW. For more information, to participate, or to read lots of great writing, check out Lisa-Jo Baker’s site.
The view from the roof was always my favorite. I loved sitting up there on our plastic chairs, seeing the Cuban countryside and the rooftops of my temporary neighbors. I loved the sun shining down on my as I hung the clothes on the line to dry in the bright, hot sun.
That view meant the world to me.
Especially the day I spoke a new language. Oh yes, I had been learning and practicing Spanish for years… but on that day, with a rooftop view, I had the conversation that would change my life.
I spoke with my Cuban brother, Pastor Juan. I can’t remember what we spoke about. All I remember is that after 15 minutes or so of conversation in Spanish, I realized not one English word had passed through my head.
It was the first conversation in Spanish that flowed… no interruptions to translate from English to Spanish.
I remember being astounded.
Looking out, over this land… this country that I loved, I lifted my face to the sky and praised God. For I had all I desired in that moment. I was in Cuba. I was with my Cuban friend in our Cuban home. And finally, after so many years of books and teachers and studying and class, I spoke the language of my heart freely and without hesitation.
In that moment, I was home. And the view was spectacular.