As a foreign missionary, I often wonder if I am ever going to get this language. It gets easier and easier everyday but I still feel like I have a long ways to go. This morning in Sunday School I was teaching and was trying talk about something that happened when I was a baby. When I came to the word baby, instead of saying dek ta-rok, I said dek na-rok. Although I only got one sound wrong, instead of saying baby I said, hell child. I caught the mistake right and fixed it but thankfully the members at Antioch are very patient, they barely even cracked a smile until I made a joke about it later.
In case you were wondering, I was a very good kid (according to my mom). Although the word slipped out, it has nothing to do with the truth!
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