For all the shock and heartache brought about by the diagnosis of rhabdomyosarcoma and the subsequent regimen of chemotherapy and radiation, my 2 year niece has not lost her brilliant smile or her ability to touch someone’s heart.
She has a PIC line in order to receive the weekly doses of chemo which must be flushed with water on a daily basis for hygienic purposes. Upon a recent visit with Grandma, she stopped playing when her mommy indicated it was time to flush the line. This little blonde bundle of joy looked up, smiling, at her Grandma and said, “Well, it’s time to give Jesus a drink”
“What do you mean?” asked Grandma
In her matter-of-fact-way, she replied, “my PIC goes to my heart.. an’ Jesus lives in there..”
"Then some children were brought to Him so that He might lay His hands on them and pray; and the disciples rebuked them. But Jesus said, "Let the children alone, and do not hinder them from coming to Me; for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."
St. Matthew 19:13,14