This morning at church one of our ladies sang a song. Another lady did the sign language to the song and although I don't know of anyone in our church who is deaf or severely hearing impaired (though there could have been someone there who was) the language of "sign" spoke to my heart. The way the interpreter used her fluid motions to illustrate by action the words of the song was a beautiful illustration of the creative ways God wants to use our talents.
Thankfully God hears and understands any language. English, Spanish, Sign, Grief, Heartache, Impatience, Hope, Love. He is able to interpret even the anguishes of our hearts. From the missionary to the miserable, to the hopeless, hopeful and heartbroken, He understands your language.
I know that even though I don't speak any one foreign language, that when I speak words of despair or doubt or anxiety or loneliness or praise or thanksgiving, God understands the real language of my heart....even when I don't know the words to say. He is the great interpreter. The master of all languages. He hears. He knows. He cares.