This begins my journey with "the BRITISH nurse"....her name, Kathryn. She had gone to nursing school in Switzerland and chose to stay in the country while her parents continued to reside in England.
Each day when she came to monitor the babies' heart it was as if she was a visitor instead of my caring nurse. We would converse about my condition, my family, my FAITH. She probably found me to be more "interesting" than anything. Getting to spend so much time with an "American" and what makes them tick..so to speak. Well, especially THIS one..a mother of four expecting two more! and so calm under the conditions?? She did indeed feel sorry for me, and with her being the only English speaking nurse on that floor, knew she was an important part of my stay in the hospital.
Perhaps, maybe, she didn't think this way...but, I for one felt this way many times with people staring or asking questions. I think being in a foreign country, this is only natural. You feel so out of place by the language barrier and then the cultural differences,the foods, the street signs, even the construction of the houses. It is so very different. It actually made me a bit more sensitive to the people around me as well. I began to look at the many souls in my midst...wondering what they knew about my Saviour. Oh, religion exist..it does everywhere. But, there are so few people living the outward examples of faith in the LORD Jesus Christ. I mean where TRUST is the element of faith they see...not just hear about. So for me to display a trust at such a time..a peace...was interesting.
At one point on a day my husband was off work and visiting, Kathryn came in to check on me. We began to talk about the BIBLE and the conversation ended up taking the entire visiting hour. She felt very bad about taking up our time in conversation with her..she had so many questions...but how elated my husband and I were in our hearts; knowing GOD had us there at a time she could be there as well and just talk....about...the Bible and God.
I want to note here..that my husband brought me a lovely bouquet of yellow daffodils and pink carnations. The daffodil would eventually become a significant portrait in our hearts and minds.
I like to do calligraphy as a hobby and so my husband that day had also brought me a kit so that I could occupy some of my time with something I enjoy. I decided to do a verse for Kathryn.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven...
I did not include the next verse...however, it would be so much a true part of it later...
verse 2...a time to be born and a time to die...
When I later presented it to her, she was very touched and excepted it with a true appreciation. Maybe...I was not just an "American" she had met on her job.