Richard Craver

Musings about this world, and the world to come.

A Heart Beats

Written By: richardwcraver - Feb• 24•17

It’s been 3-1/2 weeks since my dad was taken to the emergency room at Forsyth Medical Center. At first it was thought he had some sort of bug, he had gotten up at 2:00 AM throwing up and again around 10:00AM, but now he could barely walk.

A few hours and many tests later it was determined he had a bleed on his brain. He had a hemmoragic stroke and the pressure around the brain was high. He stayed in the ER for nearly a day as there were no rooms in the Neuro ICU. A week in Neuro ICU, then a week and a half or so on the Neuro floor before moving to Palliative Care.

And now, here we are at Hospice, going on day three. It’s 2:30AM and he has lived longer through this night than I expected. I’ve been mentally prepared that we were losing him for weeks now; or at least I thought I was, now I’m not so certain of any of my emotions.

But as I sit here listening to his breathing becoming more erratic with long periods of apnea followed by several ‘normal’ breaths; I have time to contemplate life and it’s brevity.

Around 5-1/2 weeks from conception a human heartbeat can be detected. It may beat a few weeks and stop due to a miscarriage or it may beat for more than a century without stopping. It baffles my mind that there are those that believe we are creatures of chance, formed from amino acids in some galactic explosion. I see the hands of a creator all over our lives and the world we live in. The balance is just too perfect to be a chance occurrence.

I’m not the first to ponder these things. The writer of Psalm 139 was thinking this when he wrote:

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my motherʼs womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.  My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.  Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.  How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!

Psalm 139:13‭-‬17 NIV

My dad’s heart has beat for 76 years now. Whether it will beat one more day I cannot know for certain. But even in uncertain times I know a certain God; his creator, my creator. In him I place my trust.

Edit – He passed away the following evening.

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