Did you know?
* The average adult heart beats 72 times a minute; 100,000 times a day; 3,600,000 times a year; and 2.5 billion times during a lifetime.
* You have 60,000 miles of blood vessels in your heart
* The heart begins beating at four weeks after conception and does not stop until death.
* More than 2,500 Americans die from heart disease each day, equaling one death every 34 seconds
The topic of the heart is near to mine after the past two weeks. Recently, my father in law collapsed at home and died before he reached the hospital. He was 71 “apparent heart attack” reads the obituary. My husband’s life is forever altered as dad was his friend and golfing buddy all rolled into one.
I lost my father when he was only 54 due to his 3rd and final heart attack. When I was pregnant with my first child, my mother suffered a heart attack. My brother in law died at the age of 24 of an Arrhythmia of the heart. And my own brother merely 15 months older than I, just underwent a heart cath on Tuesday. To say I have a “history” with matters of the heart is an understatement.
As my daughter and I were driving from my mother in law’s house in Ohio back to ours in Pennsylvania on Wednesday after the funeral, my husband called me with news that he had been taken by ambulance to the hospital for chest pains. I was 2 hours away still from our house, another 45minutes from the hospital. My own heart sank. I first called on God then the people who needed to manage my life and kids for at least the next 24 hours.
I came home dropped off the dog and the 11 year old, funeral flowers and food, and headed to the hospital where I found an indignant husband anxious to be released. My husband is an athlete. He is in great shape physically working out about 4x a week and competing in triathlons and races via running and biking all year long, and he always has.
His resting heart rate is 52. His blood pressure and cholesterol levels are amazing and the envy of most of his doctors…yet here he was in the care of cardiac specialists. After a stress test which he nailed and a night of observation he was permitted to go home. Apparently the stress of a broken heart can wreak havoc on even the strongest of bodies. It was diagnosed as an esophageal spasm due to stress. We were given a prescription for Prilosec and sent on our way.
As I was praying and trying to find a “good” or “GOD” part of ending this exhausting week in the Emergency Room I pondered God’s heart. Everything we endure has a purpose. He is so gracious and walks with us through trials.
In my heart, I felt like GOD allowed this to happen in order to assure Brian’s mom and me that his HEART was PERFECT so that his mom and I wouldn’t even have to worry about him following in his father’s footsteps.
How like God to know my fears and concerns even before I did and assure me that “all is well”.
Point to Ponder: In what ways has God given you “Blessed Assurance” about something to alleviate your worries?