Different Kind of Angel Work

As missionaries, we have the sacred privilege of being angels in the lives of people, bringing them the message of the restoration of the Gospel of Jesus Christ...teaching them about their purpose here on Earth, how they can be with their family forever---not just till death, and teaching them about how they truly are children of a loving Father in Heaven. I love this opportunity!
A few days ago, however, my companions Sisters Johnson and I (yes, there's two of them), got to be angels in His hands in a different way. We also got to see Heavenly Father make things fall into place, to ensure that His little ones were taken care of.
We had had a meeting Friday morning, and after planned to go straight to the library to do some work online (such as writing on this blog, or on facebook). But, as we were driving back we decided to change our plans and go home to finish our studies first. (Didn't really think much of this change of plans.)
We were sitting at our desks in our living room, quietly reading our scriptures, when all of the sudden we heard a blood-curling scream come from outside. Sister Johnson2 jumped to the window, but couldn't see anything, and all three of us darted out of the apartment not even pausing to close our door.
We ran to the front of our building and see two of the little kids that we talk to outside whenever we go out to our car. Then amidst the still screaming we saw their little sister, a cute little 4 year old girl. And she was covered in blood---her finger had gotten smashed off by the axis of a teeter-totter! So Sister Johnson1 scooped up little Tori and we ran with her siblings to their apartment.
We got inside, no parents to be seen. The brother ran and banged on what we thought must be the bedroom. Sister Johnson1 grabbed a cloth in an attempt to try to slow the bleeding on Tori's finger, while also trying to tell her princess stories to distract her. Sister Johnson2 called 911, and I was trying take care of the crying older brother and sister.

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A few minutes later, the father came out of the bedroom, covered in a towel and soap. At first, we had been really ticked that whatever parent was home wasn't coming out of the room, even though their child was screaming...but after he went back into his room and came out dressed, we saw that his foot had bars sticking out of it, and was also covered in blood. (He ended up in the ER that night.)
So, a super long story short,  it was a miracle that things worked out the way they did... 1. that the Spirit prompted us to change plans, 2. becuase we talked with them every day, they trusted us, and 3. it showed me that Heavenly Father is mindful of each one of us, as He made sure His little Tori was taken care of.
We were sad that little Tori had to go through that pain, but we felt blessed to be able to be there to help when she needed it... getting to play the part of an angel in a different way.