A part of my relationship with God has to do with praise. Whether it be an "Amen" posted on social media, a conversation with a friend, a Christian concert I'm attending, or me singing along with KLove in the car. I find praising enjoyable. It's even more enjoyable when I'm praising in my native tongue.
Two years ago, while digging through my glove compartment, I found a cassette. It had Hmong worship songs on it. Flashbacks of my youth came, and I felt a closeness with God that I haven't felt since I was actively involved in my youth group (15+ years ago).
In my daily life, I speak English 80% of the time, and it's what I've grown accustomed to. There are no reasons why I need to speak Hmong. If I do speak Hmong, it is only to those I'm closest with (family, a few friends and to my husband), and usually about something serious. I began to wonder if I should pray in Hmong.
To me, praying is a serious matter. So, I change the language I conversed with my Lord. Singing in Hmong, listening and telling testimonies in Hmong and praying in Hmong is so intimate. I am more humble, more forgiving, more aware of my own faults. I am more at peace, more accepting, and definitely feel more whole now that I pray in Hmong. And, trust me. It takes me much longer to pray. I'm more thoughtful in my wording. But, who wouldn't want to spend more time with God?
The time I spend praising in Hmong enforces my passion, my belief, and my bond with the Lord.
