Yesterday started out like any other day. Every day, as soon as I wake up, while the house is still quiet and before my feet touch the floor, I pray. I have to confess my prayers lately have been focused on moving. The children and I are moving in two weeks and I have been consumed with getting the house packed, getting the kids excited about the move and helping them with their fears, and saying goodbye to a lot of the memories that the house we are in holds for us. Yesterday morning my prayer was for strength as the fear and panic of moving crept into my heart.
As we get closer to back to school time I take the kids for their check-ups one or two at a time to make it easier. Yesterday afternoon it was my youngest daughter, Elspeth’s turn. We adore our family doctor and as we were talking about general things he listened to Elspeth’s heart and got quiet. The moment seemed very surreal. He said he heard something that had not been there before. Within a few minutes we were scheduled to see a pediatric cardiologist and go for an ECHO. In the blink of an eye, my life went from worrying about moving to just wanting my little girl to be okay.
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