Hebrew 10:23 "He who promised is faithful"

My favorite name for God is Jehovah-Jireh, this is an Old Testament Hebrew name which means Provider. Though my nature is given to a great lack of faith, incessant complaining that God is not good enough, and a fear that I will not have enough of His provision to carry on, He always lays his goodness upon me, as a loving Hand. Despite my inablity at times to funtion, and my anxiety ridden and sinful heart, my Lord quiets me with His love and showes me His strength inspite of my weaknesses.
This past month he has shown himself to me as the Great Jehovah-Jireh, though the church I began attending about a month ago. I had been frustrated, exhausted, and spiritually drained from the darkness of Spain, and a lack of community. Without a solid church, it was difficult for me to be encouraged in my faith and enjoy my time here. His plans however, superceded mine.
In my first visit to the chruch I was an hour and fifteen minutes late because I had forgotton to set my clock forward for daylight savings! However, when I arrived, the people welcomed me warmly, introducing me to thier family members and other english speakers. I met the "youth," which consisted of four other girls my own age, who invited me to tapas with them. The girls were truly the salt and light of the world (Matthew 5:13) and so patient with me as I spoke Spanish. The five of us from Spain, Argentina, Ecuador, Brazil and the US enjoyed our food and then went back to one of the girl´s homes for a movie. I was so encouraged that day to see how God was working and is working in Spain and in my life.
On Easter, I took three other friends to church with me, they met the Spanish girls and we made plans together for the next week. That night, the four of us took communion together, rejoiced in our Spanish and English fellowship, and in the sacrifice of our Savior.
The next week, accopanied by my American friends, we walked to chruch in the morning and then went out for tapas afterward. That afternoon, we were driven (in a car!!) to a house where we baked "American brownies" and made milkshakes. The whole afternoon we spent making food, playing games, taking pictures and talking. It was so encouraging to be together, even though I am unable to express myself in Spanish. Before we left, we held hands to pray and thank our Father. During the prayers, I burst out in tears of joy and thanks as the other girls made a pile of hands to cover mine. We parted with "Tú eres un regalo" ...you are a gift. One of the most amazing parts of the day to me was that we were able to bless and enourage them, just as much as they were blessing us. Their kindness and hospitaltiy gave us rest, and out fire and communion with each other, rekindled thier own desire for deep fellowship.
The next night I met with my American friends as we are in the habit of doing each monday. The most fruitful time of confession and prayer arose form our joyful hearts. The fellowship had enabled us to be vunerable with each other, confessing our sins and receiving his grace. The entire time I have been in Spain, I have prayed for his provision, for fellowship, and for encouragement. He has lavished it upon me, though in his timing. May we continue to wait on the Lord and hope in the goodness he promiseses for there we find peace.

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