You Can't Measure Heart

Today was a big day for our family. Our youngest son, Turner, started kindergarten.  No big deal you say. A rite of passage for all children. But God has been gracious to Turner and, for us, today was so much more.

See, when Turner was born, he had a double hernia that required surgery when he was 13 weeks old. But by the grace of God, he's overcome that.

Turner could not say "Mama" or "Daddy" until he was almost 2 years old. His speech development was significantly delayed. But after almost 3 years of speech therapy, both in private sessions and at our elementary school, by the grace of God, he's overcome that.

When Turner was two and a half, he was diagnosed with Legg-Perthes Disease, meaning he had developed a fracture to his femur due to an unexplained temporary loss of blood flow to that area. But with physical therapy and periodic monitoring, by the grace of God, he's overcome that.

Last fall, just as he was learning to write, Turner broke his right arm in an accident at a local bounce house. He wrote left-handed for a little while. But now he's quite the right-hander. Writes fairly well now. And, though that was a short-term setback at a crucial period of development, by the grace of God, he's overcome that.

Here's The Point: God has been gracious to Turner. He's not frail or weak. In fact, he's healthy and solid and strong, powerfully strong. He plays soccer and is a fast runner.  He speaks now at his grade level and currently no longer qualifies for speech therapy. And he's starting kindergarten on-time. On-time.

Because you can't measure heart. And Turner has a great big beautiful heart.