Merry Christmas ONE and ALL! I can’t believe Christmas is
just two days away! What an exciting time of year. How lucky I feel being able
to spend it here in France! Don’t worry, we have wonderful plans for Christmas
Eve, spending it with a family in our ward (the Tancrels), and we will be
eating and spending Christmas Day with two other families in our ward. I am so
grateful for their willingness to take us in to celebrate the holidays and make
us feel a bit closer to home. It is going to be so much fun!
Soeur Biver had a really good week, but as always, we were
thrown some curve balls with some big changes! It has been so great living with
a native French companion, as I am learning so many new phrases and so much
more about the traditions and culture here. It will be great being able to
"see" and Skype with my family on Christmas Day!
President called me again … he is in a rough situation and
said he needs me to leave Paris in two weeks! It will be in the middle of the
transfer, and we need to “whitewash” (two new missionaries) again in an area in
northern France called St. Quentin (saan-con-tan). A sister in our mission was
suffering from bad migraines, but no one thought it was a big deal. Long story
short, she went to the doctor for some medicine, but they did many scans and
tests and discovered that she has a huge cyst on her brain! She had to go into
immediate and emergency brain surgery at the American hospital here in Paris.
Her parents flew out from the United States to be with her. It was so scary! As
a mission, we prayed and fasted for Soeur Anderson, hoping for the best. Luckily
everything went okay, but she is still recovering and will be going home when
she is stable. Another sister and I will be going to their old city and taking
their place. I know President Poznanski is inspired and I am grateful that he
feels like he can rely on me to go anywhere, whenever changes need to be made.
This will be my 4th area and 7th companion, all in my 7th
transfer! Whitewashing in Charleroi was definitely something that prepared me
to jump into this new situation. It will be difficult closing down our Paris
area, but I know I am being sent to where the Lord needs me to be! I am so
excited to dive into the work there, as they are currently teaching three
families!
We have been continuing with the Christmas contacting and
porting. Many of the peoples' hearts are softened here because of the beautiful
Christmas season. We stopped by Sophie's home (our amie who lost her baby not
too long ago), as we haven’t seen her in a long time. We wrapped the Christmas
DVD, "Joy to the World", hoping to give it to her as a gift with a
little card attached. When we knocked on her door, her face lit up and she
welcomed us in. Soeur Biver and I were able to sing four different hymns for
her and her friend who was there. The Spirit was so strong and her eyes filled
with tears as she thanked us for bringing the real Christmas spirit into her
home through beautiful music.
During personal study the other day, I came across this
poem. It is called "The Touch of the Masters Hand", by Myra Brooks
Welch. It really touched me and made me realize that, no matter our past,
situation or outward appearance, each of us have so much potential as children
of God. We truly can be changed for the better when we allow the Savior to be
at the center of our lives.
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start the bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar, then, two! Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?
Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;
Going for three . . ."
But no,
From the room, far back, a grey-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low, said:
"What am I bid for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow.
"A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
"Two thousand! And who'll make it three?
"Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice;
And going and gone."said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand, what changed its worth?"
Swift came the reply:
"The Touch Of The Master's Hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.
A 'mess of potage,' a glass of wine;
A game - and he travels on.
He is 'going' once, and 'going' twice,
He's 'going' and almost 'gone'.
But the Master comes and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought
By the touch of the Master's Hand.
Please continue to pray for Soeur Anderson and her family,
that she may be able to have a speedy recovery and that their hearts will be at
rest this Christmas season. Thank you for your love and support. I wish you all
a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart and hope that you will take the
time to remember our Lord Jesus Christ during this special season!
Christmas Video: “What Shall We Give?”
Soeur Madeline Vance
23, rue du Onze Novembre
78110 Le Vesinet - FRANCE








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