Sonograms

I found myself sitting in a dark sterile room, watching a screen that revealed the inner workings of my son. The last time I looked at him via sonogram I watched his head bob about, watched his little heart pumping away, found comfort in knowing he was healthy and strong. The doctor at the time told me he was definately a he, how big he'd be when delivered and that his kidneys looked good. 

But this time was different. My baby was now 15 1/2 and we were once again looking at his heart. He stands at 6'4, handsome with sparkling hazel eyes. 

Week before last they had heard a murmor, a funny skip to the beat of his heart. We weren't completely alarmed, but as I sat there quietly accessing the information a creeping question came from the darkness of my mind. "What if?" What if there was something there to worry about. Mothers lost their children on basketball and football fields on a seemingly yearly basis due to uncovered heart issues. I prayed for my son, remembering all the ways God has blessed us before, undeservedly, and knowing He is faithful. 

The doctor asked a few technical questions, then a few more about Nash's basketball team. He then turned on the light. 

He gave us the report that his heart was very healthy, and that the slight sound they had heard was due to his heart being healthier than others. All was well once again and I was reminded how many times my God has been so very good to us.