Jehovahjireh - The Lord will provide

The Lord will see to it! This morning, once again I went to the names of God for part of my time alone with Him. Paula and I have been inundated with language learning and there doesn't seem to be enough time or space in our brains for all that we are trying to learn. But God will see to it. A long time ago, a really old dad took his not so young son on a trip to worship the Lord. They took everything they needed to worship. They even had their offering - the son didn't know it, but he was to be the offering! On the way to the place of worship, the son asked his dad where was the offering. His aged father replied, " . . . the Lord will see to it." The really great part of the story is that the Lord did provide an offering instead of the son, but not before it was time. God will see to our language learning and He will provide the time, the rest, the brain capacity, everything that we need to do what He has called us to do. In the meantime, we went to Paris last weekend instead of staying home and filling our time with the mundane stuff of life - like studying and doing laundry and writing for our BLOG. We went with the Cultural Program from the Goethe Institute in Freiburg where we are learning German. Really, all we got was a taste of Paris, just enough to whet our appetite and make us want to go back in the Springtime. Having now been to Paris in the fall, I can understand why folks would want to go in the Spring. We went to the majority of the places one would want to visit in Paris. They included, the Eifel Tower, the Louvre, Notre Dame and Sacre Couer, the Place de Concorde and the Arc de Triumph, the Sorbonne and enough other places to take up the entire weekend.
We know that God was in Paris, long before we got there, but we saw little if any of the evidence. There are over 11 million folks who live there. Please pray that God would provide a beacon of light for them to find their way home to Him.

When we came home form school today we were met on the parkplatz by one of the workman cleaning up the vacant lot next to our apartment building. He was speaking a strange language: Swietzer Duetch or Allemanisch or one he had learned by speaking with Kermit the Frog’s friend, the Swedish Chef. We had a great little conversation about his need for a broom, our being newcomers in Germany, Swuietzer Deutch and the two Americans who could understand nary a word of the “Guten Tag. Wohnen Sie hier? Haben Sie eine Besen?” because it was spoken in the local dialect. We went inside and I thought that there must be a broom in the building somewhere. I looked downstairs and found one in the Hausmeister’s closet. As I was taking it out to the workers , I was met at the front door by our landlady, Frau Vortisch. I explained to her what was going on as she took the broom and handed it to the fellow with whom I had just spoken. She told me that she thought it had been clever of me to look for a broom and then to bring it out once I had found it. Yea, verily, the Lord will see to it.