When something improbable happens to you, you can feel either absolutely horrid if it was bad, or absolutely elated if it was good. Today, I am elated.
Feeling lonely and wanting to combat that by being around other adults and not just small children, I told my husband that we were going to do a children's program at the library then head to the pool tonight. When we were at the library, there was another first-time couple there. He was African, she was Canadian. Then I heard her say to their son, "Ndio." and "Asante". That is Swahili for "yes" and "thank you".
Many, many moons ago I was a missionary in Tanzania for a couple of summers. I was in Dar es Salaam, but then travelled through the country to the north and to the south and saw a lot of places. I learned Swahili and fell in love with the people and the culture. I considered moving there, and had a Tanzanian "mama and papa", who took special interest in me, sending gifts home for my mom here in Canada.
I went over and introduced to myself. He perked up when he learned that I had been to Tanzania. Hardly anyone he has met has been there, and few could find it on a map. I told him that I was a missionary at the University Dar es Salaam in 2002 & 2003. He was stunned and told me that he was involved with the same organization and studying there at the same time. He said he was from Mbeya from the south. I had been there too, most likely driving through his village.
We knew the same people and travelled the same roads. 8,000 miles away. Now we live only 3 blocks apart.
His wife was most likely serving at a BP's in Vernon the same time that my husband was stationed in Vernon with the army cadets and hanging out at BP's on a regular basis.
I love improbabilities like this. He was utterly encouraged. I was elated to relive the memories of that beautiful land. I was battling loneliness, but not on the same scale that they were. They just moved here from Vernon, so they really don't know Edmonton or anyone here.
I love God things like this. We are going swimming tomorrow, this time with some new friends.
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