Today I saw my heart.
I don't mean in a poetic way, within some act of kindness or secret evil tendency.
I mean in a literal, physical kind of way.
I took a stress test, and, along with it, an ultrasound of my pumper.
It didn't dawn on me that I would be able to see the pictures while I lay in my breezy, gray hospital gown on the white papered table.
But when the light did dawn, I thought,
Cool! Very-very cool! I will get to see my own heart!
As I made out the black and white video images on the screen, my throat tightened and my tear ducts filled. My thoughts changed from Cool! to
Oh my word! I am seeing my own heart!
When I revealed my emotional state to the ultrasound tech, she responded by giving me a narrative of the things she was seeing on the screen, pointing out such foreign things as my "mitral valve" (what I saw: a floppy flap opening and closing) and my "beautiful left atrium" (what I saw: a chamber wall hiccuping in and out.)
I was surprised at my rush of emotion to those pictures on the screen.
I have seen precious life on a monitor before, in the ultrasounds of my preborn babies. The tiny hearts beating so quickly, the body parts perfectly formed as God planned. Now that elicits emotion for good reason!
containing my spirit,
Many people will never get to see what I saw.
The cool thing about the heart is that you don't have to see it to know what it contains.
The way you live your life will reveal that.
As I stared at the wonders on the screen, the Sunday School student in me was hoping to spy a miniature Jesus smiling and waving at the "camera" from one of my heart chambers.
'Cuz I know I have Jesus down in there too!