The Great Physician

We were praying for a little heart miracle and we got one!

We went to Hopkins today with a little fear and a lot of hope that our new little man would not need treatment for the three congenital heart defects found at birth.  Knox was born with a murmur, and two holes in his heart.  Our prayer and the prayer of many others was that the holes would be closed and that Knox would not need more medical intervention.  After an echocardiogram, where Knox proceeded to sleep with both hands behind his head, we were visited by the cardiologist.  Her talk went something like this:

"This little guy is very lucky.  The murmur is not evident, the atrial septal defect is so minor that nothing needs to be done, and here is the interesting thing.  The sizable hole in the septal wall between his ventricles has been closed by an extra piece of tissue from the tricuspid valve.  Work it out however you want, mother nature or God has worked this one out. If anyone deserves an extra hand in life it's this little guy."

As I sat in the chair holding my little bundle of designer genes, I had to wrestle the tears back in their ducts.  I serve a great God who is able to close a big hole in my babies heart with an extra piece of tissue.  Just like that.   Our cardiologist is cautious, which I appreciate, and wants to check in in 3 months.  She doesn't anticipate finding anything has changed.  Shame on me for not believing that my God is able!