Eucharisteo

Four months ago, I wrote concerning my own conviction, that hoping in heaven should be met with thankfulness and rejoicing over each day my heart quickens. Today, in this moment, I am undone.

Today we once again drove downtown, navigated the beige labrinth to Lily's Pediatric Internal Medicine Infectious Disease Specialist. And there, heard the sweetest of words.

"Lily seems like a healthy child who, for a few months, got very, very sick."

No more scans.

No more blood draws.

No more doctor appointments.

No more waiting rooms.

Thank you, Jesus.

Thank you for the blur of blonde pigtails racing to rip snowpants off the coat rack.

Thank you for cool, dry foreheads.

For noses white with whipped cream and hot cocoa breath.

For the counter naked of the thermometer.

For that breath.

And that breath.

And that breath.

Thank you, Lord, for life abundant.