God’s Encouraging Word … when I am lonely
Shortly after we were married, my wife and I planned a trip to Spain. In order to take advantage of some frequent-flyer miles, I decided to travel there a few days early by myself. Being young and naïve, I figured I could learn enough Spanish on the plane to get by and then find a place to stay when I got there. The flight was pleasant and we landed safely. However, by the time I got my luggage and figured out how to take the Metro into central Madrid, it was already getting late. After several hours of wandering around the city, I began to realize that 1) my Spanish was unintelligible, 2) I was not in the safest part of town, 3) It was very difficult to find anyone who spoke English, and 4) I needed a place to sleep. Finally, at around one o’clock in the morning I found a hotel manager who spoke enough English to get me a room that was about the size of a closet.