Getting to the Heart of the Matter

Dear Reader:

Saturday as I walked down Old Country Club road…I smiled when I got to the end and saw the hearts (flag) in front of the last house before the dead end. Goodness…before we know it Valentines will be here! January leaves, then old groundhog comes out to smile and get his picture made, and finally chocolate candy hearts abound.

There are always lots of romance stories floating around Valentines Day…but there are also endearing “heart” stories that perhaps stick longer in our memories because they happen every day.

Quinn Caldwell, in one of his daily devotions, talks on this special kind of “heart story.”

“Transplant”  Quinn Caldwell

Set me as a seal upon your heart…for love is strong as death…” – Song of Solomon 8:5-6

I was sitting in a hospital room, talking with a member of my church about the new (well, new to her, anyway) kidney that was just then firing up inside her.  We were talking gratitude and miracles, because what else is there to discuss two days after a successful organ transplant?

She told me a story her transplant surgeon had told her about a mother whose teenage son had been killed in an accident and whose organs had been donated to others.  The man who received his heart wanted to thank her in person, and so they arranged to meet.  She showed up at the meeting with a stethoscope, so that she could hear her son’s heart beat again.

I wanted to know more, so I Googled it later.  I couldn’t find my parishioner’s story—but only because I couldn’t tell which one of the many I found was hers.  Apparently, this happens all the time.  It’s a thing.  Pull out the tissues and check out stories here and here and here. There are more.

I just can’t stop watching those videos.  Maybe I should worry that this is a little too schadenfreudey or emotionally manipulative or something.  But the truth is that each one basically feels like a different version of the same gorgeous sermon.

Prayer

Come, God, come.  Bring your stethoscope, and listen for Your Son’s heart beating in me.  Don’t let me reject this spiritual transplant, and let me make this second chance worth it.  Amen.

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My cousins’ (Aunt Eva’s son Don and his wife Gay) first child, a little boy… only lived three years…he died from a degenerative disease. He was beautiful…blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes. When he died my cousins donated whatever organs could be used for others…including those beautiful blue eyes.

I have often wondered if Don and Gay ever knew who they went to…and if she would want to look into those eyes one more time. What a gift of life and sight this young couple  gave while mourning the loss of their first-born.

I love the idea that all of us have been given a piece of Christ’s transplanted heart and like Quinn Caldwell prayed…Let us not throw this gift of life away…a second chance at life eternal.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

And speaking of ‘getting to the heart of the matter’ …Yesterday was my first time to keep Eloise while Mollie ran some errands and Walsh helped with some cleaning (Eloise is taking a bottle when needed)….Little Eloise was a sweetheart…she soon discovered I had nothing to offer her but hugs and kisses and bottled milk…so she just drank up and went back to sleep. Can hardly wait to keep her again next week!

 

Little boys grow up to have big toys…a benchmark birthday present for Walsh…He is hoping that he and Mollie can take the boys to school through some back trails some days in the future when Rutledge starts kindergarten next year. Before I left to come home… Walsh gave me a ride around their neighborhood…so much fun!

 

*This beautiful oak with the hanging moss (below) was one of my favorite shots on W. Walker near the original Tea Farm last week…If that tree could talk…what tales it could tell.

 

 

 

*Jo’s comments on knowledge and timing:

Although your topic today is about being open to new things and ideas, and the tea cup story was a great example of that, the educator at the conference with the pitcher and glass touched a nerve in me. I have always thought that knowledge is sequential and without understanding before adding more information, you are simply overfilling the glass.

Too much at once is simply wasted water. I have honestly experienced this myself when one of my well-meaning family members shows me how simple so many things are on my computer , or all one has to do is this, and this etc on that smart phone (which, by the way, isn’t so smart in the hands of the wrong person). Apparently, I like my tea in a china cup (one of Anne’s would be great) and just a small amount at a time please.

(Touche Jo!)

 

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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8 Responses to Getting to the Heart of the Matter

  1. Jo Dufford says:

    The thought of God’s heart beating within us makes the picture of the Holy Spirit so much more vivid to me. I’ve had two very close family members receive the gift of life by way of transplants, and even though they didn’t receive hearts, the donors must have felt the heart of God moving them to offer a part of themselves to another. The young lady who gave my great niece, Reese, a kidney, really had a much longer recovery time than Reese did. Almost immediately, Reese’s body began functioning, and her color and energy level improved. I guess the heart of the matter is really how much we feel the heart beat of God moving us. Eloise is the most beautiful baby, and I’m sure she stole your heart from the first moment you saw her. There is no feeling greater than rocking a baby unless that baby is yours, then nothing can describe how much love fills your heart.

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  2. bcparkison says:

    Oh…The thought of Christ’s heart in us is something we need to keep in our heart every day. Powerful thought.
    Sweet baby girl is growing…they do that …way tofast.

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    • Becky Dingle says:

      I know…Mollie said it even made her sad to think that this is the last time she will have a little baby to rock and nurse….but her big boys love on their mama too….everyone needs love at every stage of life. Such is the beauty of love…it knows no time restrictions.

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  3. ambikasur says:

    Very beautiful thought about the heart of Jesus beating inside us.. came across this thought for the first time… Thanks for sharing Becky…

    By the way, my cousin had sent me a forward message on signs of Ageing… The story was quite funny… I rememeber you often mentioning at times about losing or forgetting your car keys… This story reminded me of you and sharing it thus… enjoy…

    Signs of aging –
    Written by a confident lady …😄

    After a meeting, I was coming out of a hotel and I was looking for my car keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room, it wasn’t there too.

    Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car.

    My husband has shouted many times for leaving the keys in the ignition.

    My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them …….
    His theory is the car will be stolen if left at the ignition key slot !

    Immediately, I rushed to the parking lot and came to a terrifying conclusion …..
    His theory was right. The parking lot was empty 😱😞😞.

    I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, description of the car, place I parked, etc. I equally confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that the car had been stolen.

    Then I made the most difficult call of all, to my husband,
    “Honey (I stammered ; I always call him ‘honey’ in times like these ) , I left my keys in the car …. and it has been stolen.”

    There was a big silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard his voice.
    “Idiot”, he shouted, “I dropped you at the hotel !”

    Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, and happy as well, I said, “Well, then pls come and get me.”

    He shouted again, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman, that I have not stolen your car.” 😁😁

    Don’t laugh alone 😄😄😅😅😂😂

    Send to other husbands or wives because ….
    So many things go wrong daily, and you can’t blame yourself all the times 😉😊😆

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  4. Rachel Edwards says:

    Becky, loved the entry today…especially the mother hearing her son’s heart beating again. I think of Grace Lynn Bazzle and the gift of life she was given and how much she appreciates the man who gave her his lungs. Eloise is adorable. I know that you enjoyed every minute. I am going to send a private message to you on FB.

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    • Becky Dingle says:

      Oh I didn’t know that story…how sweet. Thanks for the lunch invitation next Tuesday…excited about seeing the “gang’ again.

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