God has been meeting us here in very personal ways, providing just what we need (or want!) at just the right time. For me, there were 4 things that people either did for me, gave to me, or that were simply there for me, and nobody knew where they had come from.
The day before I left for Rome I was given a scarf. I put it in my backpack and really forgot about it until the first morning in Rome. We had a pre-breakfast prayer meeting by the swimming pool each morning. Rome was hot, but not at 6:30AM. So having that scarf to throw over my shoulders was just perfect. It felt like a smile from God. I have also needed the scarf on the buses here in Malta because they are hyper-uber-air-conditioned and freezing cold. After a roasting hot day, getting on a freezing bus when you’re all sweaty feels really good—at first. But our bus ride is about 25 minutes, which is plenty of time to get frozen. So again, having the scarf to throw over my shoulders has been a real blessing and a life-saver.
In the Malta airport I found a pearl on the ground. As many of you know, I have recently opened my apartment in Milan as a missionary guesthouse. What you might not know is that I named it Pearl House because of a dream that God gave me while I was fasting and praying. In the dream I saw people lined up on the sidewalk in front of the apartment building. Each person had a bag overflowing with pearls in their hands. When I woke up, I realized that these were missionaries taking the Pearl of Great Price (the Gospel) to people in Europe. So finding that pearl was significant in a very personal way.
Yesterday I took a day off from the Prayer Center to rest, get some laundry done, and work on the computer. We have had all our meals provided for us, but they have been brought to the Prayer Center. I had spied a can of tuna and figured that I would just put tuna on crackers, and that would be fine for dinner. But then the dance team woke up from their nap and made a delicious chicken dinner, and they invited me to share it with them. They were going to do the overnight shift at the Prayer Center, and opted to get a good nap and arrive too late for dinner. So instead of cold tuna on crackers, I got a lovely chicken dinner with oven fried potatoes and a delicious fresh fruit salad.
This morning I got up early and caught the first morning bus to the Prayer Center. I had a cup of coffee before leaving, but I usually don’t wake up hungry. As I walked into the Prayer Center I wanted a second cup of coffee and something to eat. My favorite breakfast is a crunchy granola cereal with plain yogurt over it. On the kitchen counter sat a cup of plain yogurt. There were 3 people in the Prayer Room, so I asked if the yogurt belonged to anyone. They all said that they didn’t know anything about it. But I know: it was a breakfast treat from my Father, who loves me personally and intimately. God is good!