The question took me aback, and I almost spilled the coffee I was pouring for her. I straightened up and looked at Esther, the wife of one of the Colombian church planters. I laughed and explained that I was American. Her eyes widened in surprise. After witnessing a conversation between her husband and me, she had simply assumed I was Spanish.
Busted.
Excited at being pegged as my favorite people group, my pride quickly took a tumble when I couldn't remember a correct verb tense.
Busted again. (Side note: Why is it so difficult for me to remember the preterite?)
As I inch along toward my goal of getting back to Spain, pray for the Lord' continual refining.
Busted.
Excited at being pegged as my favorite people group, my pride quickly took a tumble when I couldn't remember a correct verb tense.
Busted again. (Side note: Why is it so difficult for me to remember the preterite?)
As I inch along toward my goal of getting back to Spain, pray for the Lord' continual refining.
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