Broken but Beautiful

So here I am sitting in David's room in PICU at Kosair's just chilling. He is resting and doing great and even though he is starting to swell and still have tubes and lines everywhere he is beautiful. One of the scariest things for us as we were talking about surgery with the nurses we were told that his chest would remain open, it would be dressed but open just in case they had to go back in it was quicker and safer. We of course freaked out because that is naturally what you don't want to see the organs of your child should stay internal in my opinion. They covered up his chest and when we went in instead of the fear of what we were going to see we were overcome with peace and joy that he was still fighting and doing great. As the grandmas (Noni and Gigi btw) and the aunts got to see him and left Nicole and I agreed we wanted to look at his chest. Now understand we were mourning last night that his perfect skin was going to be no more but as the nurse pulled the towel back we saw his heart!! I mean saw it pumping and moving blood and doing it's job. It was in that place that I realized so much more that no matter what his skin looked like he's still perfect and beautiful and amazing and no matter how broken his little heart is it is still beautiful and amazing and the surgeons are taking what is messed up and making it right in a new way. There is something profoundly Divine in that making that which is messed up right in a new way. In this season of advent of hope of a new way in Jesus my new image is not a baby in a barn but the pumping heart of my son that nothing is too far gone for hope for a better tomorrow. Merry Christmas to all of you. Thank you all for your amazing Christmas presents of love and affection and prayer.

D