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How Five Strangers Determined My Future

How Five Strangers Determined My Future

message to: soulsister🌻💫 sent at 10:47 pm

i think most of my belief is based around the “otherwise what’s the point of living?” part. for me as of now it is God, during my time in dublin i actually felt like he was there and i want to share the story but i also don’t cuz people here get real judgey about “people actually believing in god”

message to: soulsister🌻💫 sent at 10:47 pm

like people know i’m religious but it still catches them off guard

It has been four months since I have last posted here, four months of turmoil, business, visiting two countries, participating in two ModelUNs, hiking, school, work, starting photography back up… Essentially, I have been busy. Of course, some sheer endless netflix binges were included in the past four months during which I could have opted to write a new post. But no, it took this week to take place for me to write out my inner thoughts and feelings and encouragement from my ocean away best friend Grace, or soulsister, to finally update again.

As you were able to tell, my belief is something - though I do not go out of my way to hide it - that strays away from most everyone’s expectation of who I am. As a woman of color and part of the LGBTQ+ community, being a Christian isn’t necessarily what one would expect. My temperament and just overall personality also does not appear to fit that box. Nevertheless, I do believe and my week in Dublin is a prime example of why I am continuously and consciously deciding to be a follower of Christ.

My deadline to apply for a second year abroad was on Monday, October 15th. I, however, did not feel compelled to hand it in and instead decide to start studying in fall of next year and try everything to meet up with my best friend Grace (well, someone is getting name dropped a lot) next summer.

I know the plans I have in mind for you, declares the Lord; they are plans for peace not disaster, to give you a future filled with hope. When you call me and come and pray to me, I will listen to you. When you search for me, yes, search for me with all your heart, you will find me.
— Jeremiah 29:11-13

Naturally, I was wondering, if giving away the chance to volunteer abroad was the wrong choice. It had been in my life plan for a considerable amount of time, so much so that people who barely know me, know of my exact plan. To be fair, I have it all figured out in great detail but this especially was what made this choice so hard for me. Something that always had appeared vital to me on my career path was now no longer a possibility.

But God has proven to me during my week in Dublin that I absolutely made the right choice.

Usually, I shy away from talking to strangers, I have social anxiety and am just not particularly good at small talk with random people. In Dublin, I talked to a stranger each day to find out that they were literal personifications of my dream. I want to study international law in the Netherlands and later on work for the United Nations, preferably in the United Nations HQ in New York City.

Monday, I decided NOT to send in my application.

Tuesday, we toured Trinity College and our guide (who shares his name with one of my best friends) Dominik told us he was in his last year of his undergrad in international law and affairs. Two of my friends gave me a knowing look and grinned at me. Of course there was someone named Dominik here who happened to study exactly what I wanted, too. He led us to a building in front of which was a sculpture. Now, this wasn’t just any random sculpture but one of the few “Sphere within Sphere” by Italian sculptor Arnaldo Pomodoro around the globe, which happens to also be at the Tel Aviv University (where I was in August for a ModelUN conference) and the United Nations Headquarters in New York City.

 Looks familiar to you? #theboywholived

Looks familiar to you? #theboywholived

Wednesday, when we were touring the west coast of Ireland, a girl sitting next to me in the bus struck up a conversation. She was a student from the Netherlands and we talked for four hours about studying in the Netherlands and our plans for the future; she wants to become a teacher. Her experience for a semester abroad in Germany showed her, how much the Dutch tuition is worth it and how much she prefers her university to our German ones.

Thursday night, we were doing a literary pub crawl and one of the ladies there mentioned she was a Packers fan. Even though I spend my year abroad in Minnesota, my host family essentially made me a Packers fan with no questions asked. So I approached her, simply excited that someone close to my American home was there. She now lives in Woodbury, about a twenty minute drive from Hastings, my American home and home to my best friend Grace. She had been in Hastings several times. Her son is currently finishing up his doctorate in international affairs.

Friday morning, while waiting in line for coffee at the airport, an elderly man approached me and struck up a conversation about the Minnesota sweater I was wearing. Both his granddaughters were studying in Minneapolis, the older one is about the earn her masters degree in international law. She just got accepted into the United Nations junior program.

I went searching for God, for prove that I had made the right choice, that my heart was in the right place.

And what can I say?

God delivered.

Until next time: Farewell,

xx Jules

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