Yesterday morning, bright and early, Sarah Joy & I made one of our semi-regular visits to cardiology at the U of A. After the usual variety of tests and cool machinery and colourful lights which entertained her immensely, we looked over the results of the last round of information. Most things looked pretty good, the major repairs from surgery have healed well. Her heart is not what it was. One small exception is a "trivial to mild" leak in the tricuspid and mitral valves.
It will require a few precautions at certain times, but she should be able to run and jump and dance as much as she likes. And so we give thanks to God for healing. While the remainder of her heart has healed well, this particular aspect will, most likely, be with her for life. It is simply part of the way her heart was formed, and while repairs have been made, this is simply a "part of her particular condition". It will be with her for the rest of (this) life.
In last night's group in SUB we talked about the frustration of wanting and waiting. Of desiring to be loving and holy, but so often falling short. Why, since we are supposed to be "new creations", do we still fall into sin? Why, since the Spirit of God is given to us, do we still at times struggle? We wait for the fullness of new hearts, but in the meantime we can still run and jump and dance.