Learn Russian?

Why learn Russian?  Will I ever use it?  The idea hit months ago.  And I asked the Lord.  I enjoy reviewing my Russian language notes from our trip to Israel in October.  Our translator taught me words like privyet and spasiba, and when I talk with her on Skype now, I try to still use them.  One day I dialed up YouTube and learned menya zovut.  When I checked it with my translator friend, she verified that it does mean 'my name is.'  Then my theatre group performed at a local school, and as we met the cafeteria staff providing lunch, how fun to meet a man from Russia and be able to tell him spasiba (thank you) for the meal.  One day with church, I smiled to say privyet to greet my Russian friend and was pleasantly surprised to learn we have a new family too with ties to Russia.  And as recently as this Friday, I was at the grocery store and heard a man and a woman speaking a language that could’ve been Russian.  Seems I keep asking the Lord, and circumstances keep me in earshot of the language.  Certainly nothing's felt discouraging in any way.  So still, as much as I’d love to return to Israel, will the Lord call me again to visit the Holocaust survivors there who speak Russian?  Or could He be connecting me with an entirely new group of Russian speakers?  Yesterday I ordered my public library’s only Russian language book:  The complete idiot’s guide to learning Russian.  I’m diving in.  No set schedule.  No pressure.  And I'm happy about it.  May the Lord keep my eyes open.  And how exciting if all this leads up to meeting someone new at the library too.