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You still think in a language nobody here speaks

Sep 4
2 min read

#Language & Identity, #Reverse Culture Shock, #Re-entry


A word slips out in the checkout line — the wrong one, in the language you lived in for years — and the cashier just blinks. For a second, you honestly forgot which country you were in.


For returning ministry workers, language is one of the quietest losses of coming home. You spent years learning to pray, joke, argue, and comfort in another tongue. It shaped how you think. And now you're back somewhere that runs entirely in English, where the words you fought so hard to learn have nowhere to go. Linguists call it language attrition, and research on returned workers shows it begins almost the moment you land — vocabulary fades first, especially the words you'd reach for to speak, not just recognize.


That ache isn't vanity. The language carried a whole world: the neighbor who taught you a proverb, the believer who prayed over you in words you'll never forget. Losing fluency can feel like losing them, too.


"The language you're forgetting isn't just vocabulary. It's the sound of a place you loved — and grieving it is allowed."


You don't have to let it slip away in silence. Researchers say even fifteen minutes a day — a podcast, a chapter, a voice note to an old friend — can hold the door open. Find one person to speak it with. Teach a few words to your kids or your church. And when a phrase surfaces at the wrong moment, smile instead of scolding yourself; it's proof of a life fully lived.


You carried a whole world home with you — and it still counts here.


Return Again walks with returning ministry workers as they carry two worlds at once. Find support for your journey at www.returnagain.org.

 
 
 

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