I was born with a broken heart.
It wasn't the kind you may be thinking. I had a congenital heart defect called an atrial septal defect. It's a hole between the two upper chambers of the heart. Mine was about the size of a fifty cent piece.
Today with all of the advances in technology it's quite easy to repair, even on infants.
But in 1953 when I was born, it was a different story. After all, the heart lung machine had only been in use for a short time. The risk of complications and death was quite high. So the cardiologist told my parents to keep me quiet and wait until the technology advanced and improved.
It's weird but I always knew I was different. Since I wasn't able to run and play with the other children, I spent much time alone. In my childish mind, I tried to imagine how the surgeon would eventually repair that hole in my heart.
My heart was fixed in two different ways in 1960.
On July 20, 1960 (50 years ago today), I had open heart surgery at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital in New York City. I was seven years old. The surgery was a success and I'm in excellent health today. I have no restrictions on my activities.
This is Dr. James Malm (my heart surgeon) and me when I was 18 years old.
I had a more permanent fix in my heart that same year.
I prayed to received Jesus Christ as my personal Savior. Mrs. Anderson, my grandparents' pastor's wife asked me to go for a drive with her several days before my surgery. She explained why I needed Jesus and if I had any questions. I'd heard the Gospel before and understood. I prayed at that time to invite Him into my heart.
However, it wasn't really until about 15 years ago that I really surrendered my heart to Him. I was in desperate need of a heart renovation in my attitude and actions. Instead of simply holding a free ticket to heaven, I wanted to grow in my relationship with my Abba Daddy. I wanted the God sized hole in my heart to be filled to overflowing with His love. And that could only happen when I gave myself fully to Him.
He could then work in me and through me as He began to change me ...from the inside out.
How about you? Is your heart pliable? Are you willing to continue to grow? Or do you feel like you've already arrived and are comfortable where you are?
I believe the Lord will continue to peel away those layers from our heart but we must cooperate.
So, are you willing to allow Him to do His work in you?
Blessings and love,