So, we had arrived at church this past Sunday. Our pastors were traveling that morning and about 5 minutes later the woman who was speaking, in place of the pastor, came up to me and asked if I would translate for a pastor who was there to give his testimony in English!! AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhh! That was what my head was thinking. I quickly looked around and realized Dave and I were the only anglophones there. Mostly I translate from French to English, but had not yet officially translated English into French and in such a spontaneous manner. Then...I looked at her and told her that I could try. Then I began to sweat.
I immediately walked outside and began to pray..."God please speak through me. Fill in the words I don't yet know in French." Minutes later they called the visiting pastor up, and he began to speak. I opened my mouth and surprisingly French words came out, and in sentences. I had never met him before, and realized as he began to speak that he was a Dutch Nazarene Pastor. The whole time, I prayed that I would convey his words properly to the church. A few times I got stuck, and this was when two people in the church, whose English is really great, filled in the words for me. It was awesome!
I even looked at Dave early on for encouragement, and I saw that he was video-taping it!! I'm not sure we will ever post it - because of my perfectionist nature! :) Normally, I would've loved to have read what he was going to say, ahead of time, so I could perfectly work out all the right French verb tenses ahead of time. I guess this is all part of language learning.
And the best part was I was relieved to see that many people in the church afterward thanking me for translating. They were so encouraging of me, telling me I did a great job.
While it was nerve-racking and uncomfortable, it was amazing. God used me! And that truly is my daily prayer here in France.