I don’t know why I want to learn Hebrew. All I know is I want to be able to write it in the sand.
There’s a story from John 8 I learned recently. The story of the woman caught in adultery, and Jesus tells those accusing her that whoever is without sin should throw the first stone at her. They all leave. And he writes in the sand. My bible tells me this is the only time we ever see Jesus writing.
I know the alphabet. I thought it would be hard. I can sing it. I can write it. I can sound words out, sometimes. It’s only been… two weeks, I think.
Tonight, I wrote my first word.
My world changed.
I can write my Daddy’s name.