The Broken Bike
“This is from my daughter’s bike,” I stammered in broken Khmer while holding out the pedal. The bike repairman looked at me quizzically. I tried again with more Bassac words sprinkled in the sentence. Once again I got a questioning look, but he took the pedal from my hand, and with a screwdriver carefully pounded out the nut I needed. With a few actions he demonstrated how I could easily fix the pedal.
“Thank you so much!” I said accepting the pedal back, now in three parts. He grunted and turned back to repairing the spokes of a bicycle wheel.
Learning language as a stay-at-home mom has not been easy, but God has granted us the opportunity to spend three months in Phnom Penh where we can take intensive language classes every morning while a friend helps with our children. The classes are tough. Daily I claim the promise of wisdom and the gift of tongues. “If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him” (James 1:5). “And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance” (Acts 2:4).
Though the repair shop owner didn’t speak a word to me when I asked for help, I praise God I was able to communicate my needs.
Please continue to keep our family in prayer as we seek to learn the trade language so we are better equipped to share the gospel and support the local believers.