2017 was a year of many firsts for me. I moved away from home, moved to a new country, lived on my own, and learned to fend for myself. Let me tell you, it was exhausting! I arrived to Goteborg Sweden at night after most stores closed at 9pm, and tossed and turned in my shared hostel room too anxious and hungry to fall asleep. I remember climbing out of the top bunk and up to the kitchen on the top floor just so I could journal and distract myself. As I scribbled in my journal, a man entered and sat close enough to strike up a conversation, yet far enough to be polite. Eventually we started talking, and during our conversation, the man offered me ramen noodles (just what I needed!). He was from Egypt and shared about his life as I boiled the water and he opened the packets. We encouraged each other over our steaming bowls late into the night, and then we went our separate ways. While I do not remember much else from our conversation I will always remember the way it made me feel. I felt seen by a person generous enough to share his time, food, and wisdom with me. I also felt seen by God who knew all that I needed to ensure I kept my head high and spirit up during a difficult night where I believed I was on my own for truly the first time.
The rest of my time in Sweden was filled with new friends and God moments. It was then I realized that truly living an independent life is just smoke in mirrors. It's not possible no matter how much we like to think it is. There will always be a kind stranger, a new friend and the Lord to offer help, guidance and support when we needed it.
Have you ever had an experience where a stranger or friend provided just what needed at the right time?