I awoke this morning to a status update from one of my Facebook friends asking for prayers for a little baby boy, Judah, who was just born with a heart defect and will be undergoing a long, difficult surgery today. Apparently, his heart has no walls.
Along with his post was a picture of the boy with his family. I looked at the mom, clearly broken but still smiling, and thought of our own bumpy beginning with Zara. To be clear, Zara had a fever, not a heart defect. Three days at Strong and she was good to go. But man, I think the pain any mom feels seeing her baby all wired and poked is both equal and boundless. When I looked at her during that period, she was so quiet and peaceful, so fragile and helpless, yet so resilient and strong. I knew that this was going to be a kid to be proud of. To see her climbing (and falling) running (and bumping), talking (and screeching), there isn't even a trace of that sick little baby. Instead, she always comes with pure joy in tow ... and a touch of wreckless abandon. And I was right. This is a kid to be proud of.
Giving thanks for my healthy kids and prayers for baby Judah and his family. Once that defect is repaired, his heart-without-walls is going to be a really beautiful thing.
