A while ago, I sat on a blue couch at church and shared space with a girl I had met two minutes before. We met, really, because she was crying. Not exactly knowing what to do, I did what I thought I was supposed to do. So I went and I asked her if she was okay. I also asked if she would want to talk.
Here in Finland, we aren’t the talkative type of people. Which sometimes makes connecting with others rather troublesome. We don’t even have a word for “small talk” because in our culture, we don’t really talk to strangers. It’s nothing personal, honestly. We are just private people, warming up over time and inside the four walls that we call home. So if we are out and about? We don’t really chat with others.
So when I asked those questions? I expected the answer to be no, to both. Except that this woman I just met? She said yes. She opened up and she said, yes, please, let’s talk.I didn’t know just how unprepared I would be for that.
Except that it was then that I noticed God had prepared me for this moment.
Because here’s the thing: I know a broken heart. I have walked through trials and hardships. I have battled with sin and spiritual warfare, and I have struggled through seasons and shame and sorrow. Not that these make me capable, no. But over time, they have given me something very important: a heart that knows to stop to listen. And I think it you can do the same.
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