Last night I was at the Goering’s house, having fun playing games and talking, and then after it was dark around 7:30 (19.30 dad) I left to go home with a map Lori had drawn on a piece of paper. It was a 10 minute walk away. So I left with my loud high heel boots on, walking down German streets I had never been down before. I started walking, and felt fine and dandy, but then I started to get a little emotional about some things that were going on, feeling a little lost and confused in life, but I said a few words to the Lord and felt a little bit better. So, I was walking, glancing at this map, not quite understanding the streets, and then I saw a place I thought I should turn, so I turned and started walking, but it didn’t seem quite right, but I still kept going, with every footstep echoing off the houses around me. Shady characters were coming out of doorways and passing down the street across from me. Finally, something inside said, “Turn around. You were supposed to walk left to that Greek restaurant instead of going right, and THEN go right again.” So I went back and turned there, and was walking along, searching for something familiar, but I couldn’t tell because it was so dark and I had never seen the streets in darkness. Also, I don’t think I’d walked that way yet. So, I was talking to God a little bit about my life and His plans for me, and feeling a little down. I kept walking and came across a street with some name that I didn’t recognize…okay…that’s not what I was looking for, I’m a little nervous this isn’t the right way. But the map said to keep going, and so I did, and kept looking around…not sure not sure….then I came across a street that seemed familiar, okay, good….this is maybe the right way…..so I kept walking….and then finally the next street was Eugen-Richter Strasse, and I knew I’d find the front door eventually. I finally found townhouse 9f and walked over to the door, and the light came on and Charlie opened the door.

The funny thing is, I didn’t realize until just now, writing in my journal, that God was using my 10 minute walk to speak to me about EXACTLY what I was asking Him while I was walking. That doesn’t make the “walk” any easier, but it is a special thing when the Lord works in special ways when we are alone on a dark street in a foreign country where we don’t speak the language.