My English Is Falling Apart

After the first week of language school, I didn't think that I would survive a month. Well, two months later, it's still crazy hard, but not completely impossible. I'm finally starting to be able to use phrases and things I've learned. Natives talk amazingly fast, but we can pick up phrases every now and again. It sometimes seems as if my ability with my native language is falling apart. It's pretty weird. It's pretty funny sometimes to be talking and then just have a complete memory lapse.

Last Saturday, a missionary by the name of Roland Gay arrived. He first came to Mongolia seven years ago, but had to leave early this year because his wife was experiencing health problems. He's here for two weeks, and while he's here, Pastor Dean, Pastor Patterson, and he are working on some Bible translation. John and I sat in on a translation session yesterday, and it was incredible. It took just south of eight hours for John chapter 1, and they still didn't finish all of it. It was pretty daunting, but it gave me a new appreciation for all the work that goes into translating the Bible.