There are times in life when you think that the whole world is unaware of your existence. This was one such time. The despair I had was almost tangible. I felt as if I was all alone in the world and was sure that no one even cared that I existed.

I had just graduated from college, and only had one plan, to travel to America, this was obviously a pipe dream, and I knew it, but I did not have a plan B. Somehow, I needed to raise enough money to go to the US and needed to get a US entry visa. It was an insurmountable task, and it weighed heavily on me.

Meanwhile, I was unemployed and broke and growing more and more despondent. I was an excellent candidate for the devil, who was literally crouching at my doorstep.

On this day, I had just enough money to go to town and run some errands. As I got out of bed, I realized it was that time of the month and I needed sanitary pads. Luckily, I was at my sister’s house who was on a business trip. I started looking for sanitary pads, ransacking the entire house, and could not find a single one.

Although I had much bigger issues to worry about, somehow not having sanitary pads took me to a new level of despair. I felt a new wave of deep depression and hopelessness kick in.  

I was so sad and lonely and just sat down on the couch feeling completely dejected and for the first time in my life, I thought that even if I died, no one would care.

Moments later, there was a knock on the door. It was about 8 am, I was not expecting anyone at that time. I hesitated for a moment and then decided to open the door anyway.

Right in front of me, stood two women, wearing t-shirts written ‘Always’. They introduced themselves as agents promoting a new brand of sanitary towels and asked if I wanted to try a free sample.

I felt lightheaded and almost fainted!

I said yes and one of them gave me a sample, and then the other offered to give me an extra packet. I thanked them and shut the door very quickly in case they changed their minds.

I leaned against the door in shock, realizing that I had just experienced a miracle.

God heard me in a moment of complete despair and delivered something tangible to show me that He had seen me and that I was not alone. It was as if God was showing me that he cared about what was seemingly mundane and was asking me to trust Him with the bigger issues that I was dealing with.

God would miraculously open doors that seemed impossible to open for me and in less than five months after that incident, I found myself in the US, against all odds. (You can read that story here) Of course, I did not connect all the dots until much later.

This experience opened my heart to something that I had never realized before, that God sees and hears everything. It built my faith and trust in God to new levels.

“This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Savior all the day long” (Fanny Crosby)