Until They Find the Other Half of Your Heart

Annie giggled and squished her syringe of heart failure liquid through her teeth. “I used my elbow to push it that time, Aud-ray!” she bragged. Then she chomped and swallowed the powdered half pill to keep her blood thin and easy to circulate.

Audrey is our regular medicine monitor: ensuring that Annie does in fact chew and swallow every tidbit and that not a drop remains to wet the syringe. She broke her somber observation: “Annie, you only have to take that until they find the other half of your heart. Will they find it soon, Momma?”

It sounds so simple, doesn’t it? Where IS that other half of Annie’s heart that she’s been missing for so long? Why didn’t God put it there in the first place?

The downward spiral can get lightning fast when I see Annie’s broken heart breaking other hearts I love.

The truth that I can’t figure out how to tell a 4-year-old big sister is that the doctor says Annie’s heart isn’t getting better.

The truth I keep arguing with God over is that the doctor says Annie’s heart isn’t getting better.

The truth that doesn’t make sense from a fat and happy thriving 2-year-old is that the doctor says Annie’s heart isn’t getting better.


After Monday morning’s school day, Audrey casually shared, “Did you know some people are discontent?” I tried not to laugh, but how did she know discontent? I pressed for more, requesting a definition of this new word.  “That means that they forgot what God has already done for them and they just want more or something else instead.”

Discontent: when I only want healing through the pictures on the screen in the heart echo room.


Discontent: when I’ve forgotten that every day with a 2-year-old whose body continues to thrive while her heart continues to fail is miraculous ongoing healing.


I want to start letting a new word define our life. A life that I can often think is unfair. A life I too often think is unwanted. I life I often wish someone else had instead of us.

Abundance: an extremely plentiful or oversufficient quantity or supply. Isn’t THAT what we’re getting with Annie? More days than promised. More health than hoped for. More love than I ever dared commit to give.

Yes, this is the abundant life. And that is a truth I know how to explain to a half-heart toddler. a hopeful big sister.  a prayerful mother. a watching world.


Besides, God is the appointer of days. I sure don’t want to waste the abundant days of Annie’s life prematurely grieving her some day death. So until she is whole one day with that other half of her heart found in heaven,  I want to focus on the plenty and be content with what God continues to provide.


One thought on “Until They Find the Other Half of Your Heart

  1. Desiree LoRusso says:

    So thoughtful. So insightful. So true. Such beautiful, special girls! Thank you for sharing your journey with us. God bless you all!


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