August 17, 2011 - Wednesday
I have to describe the experiences we had yesterday. Steve and I were visiting Scott when we saw Tom Butler right outside the room motioning us out. (Did I mention Scott was awake and recognized us ok?) Tom said that the doctor is there to talk to us. This time the doc was the same young girl we saw Saturday and we knew she spoke no English. As we come out of the room waving to Scott and reassuring him that we will soon return, Steve starts to dial Karen's number, so we can maybe put her on a speaker phone and have her translate for us. But his two calls failed. So, as we step out of the ICU, puzzled at how we are going to communicate, the door opposite from the ICU opens and there are two missionaries standing before us. Like the angels, much needed at the very right moment. One of them was from Utah, another - from Oregon, they spoke French and were at our service. All five of us proceeded into the doctor's office for a very good update. The thing is, Scott is getting better and better.
There were also sister missionaries waiting for us in the waiting room: sister Vasileva from Bulgaria and sister Wood from Utah. They brought me some old issues of Ensign, just the thing for my long stays at the hospital. They visited with me in the waiting room while Steven and the missionaries went in to give Scott a blessing.
The lady who brought the elders and the sisters was Aline Gregory, I remembered her from Church. She used to work as a clinical psychologist in that hospital and knew Dr. Papazian. She felt prompted to come to the hospital that day and pick up the missionaries on her way. And that's how this little miracle took place. If we let it happen, God governs us in such a way that our roads cross each other's at the right time and at the right place, bringing blessings.
About an hour into my second visit with Scott, a nurse said that there were more people to see us but she did not know who they were, so she wanted me to come out and see for myself. In the waiting area a beautiful French woman approached me, two teenage girls by her side. They introduced themselves in broken English. Turns out they are also from the Marseille Ward and heard about us this past Sunday. She said that they've been praying for us and that they LOVE OUR FAMILY! One of her pretty daughters handed me a tray with chocolate muffins and they tried to ask me what else I needed. I thanked and hugged them, touched by such attention and love. They love us! They don't even know us but they LOVE us! This means so much to me in a foreign country in difficult circumstances. Later that week we had a lovely dinner with this family. Their name is De Angeli. Muriel and Jean-Francoise have four children (Emma, Faustine, Benjamin et Ludivine.)
The Love of God, the most desirable gift of all, has reached us all the way in Marseille. What a testimony builder!
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