I tried out my very limited knowledge of Spanish greetings the last couple of mornings on the pleasant hotel cleaning ladies.  They always perked up and smiled with a return greeting to me. 

But beyond that, we couldn’t go very far.  Their grasp of English and mine of Spanish fell far short of a substantial exchange.

And that was okay.

This morning, as we were leaving, with suitcases in tow, they were standing not far from our room near their cleaning cart. 

I waved a small goodbye, and knowing it was the wrong greeting for goodbye, said, “Benas Dios.”

“Benas Dios,” they replied.

Again, knowing it was the wrong thing to say in leaving, but not having anything else in my Spanish repertoire, I finished with, “C`omo Est`as.”  

“Muey Bueno,” they replied.

But.  As I rounded the corner to leave, the younger one said, “God—-” and then trailed off.  Her English vocabulary gone. 

And that’s okay, sweet lady.  Because even though more than likely you will never read this, you know Him.  I could tell that from the first day we met.  And in His language, I will tell you what you were telling me. 

And we’ll both understand.

Because we both know Him and his language.

God Bless You, senorita . . . till we meet again.

And then we’ll all speak the same language.