Early this morning I took Natalie to the Children’s Hospital for a kindney ultrasound. She was pretty nervous because of all the invasive testing she had done a couple weeks ago when they were diagnosing her UTI. I assured her that nothing would go in her nose or throat or poke her fingers. She settled down and did a great job. Everything was normal.
It was pretty fascinating watching the ultrasound. Did you know your kidneys are all the way up under your rib cage toward the back? I seriously always pictured them much further down in the “loins” region. Anyway, I thought it was such a cool concept that we can take a close look inside ourselves, and and an expert can tell us if all is well or if there’s something that’s cause for concern. (btw, This graphic is just pulled from an Orlando Clinic I found on Google Images.)
Anyway, I thought to myself on the way home that personal prayer is kind of like our own spiritual diagnostics. We can look carefully inside ourselves and take inventory of what’s going well and what’s not and then take it all before our Heavenly Father and let him diagnose us, counsel us, and ultimately heal us. The concept is actually quite cool, even more miraculous than the fact we can see our own guts on a computer screen. I thought how much I probably put my spiritual health in jeopardy by failing to do daily diagnostics with the Lord. It made me want to be better at it … again. (Do you think I’ll really get it someday?) When I do remember to say my “formal” personal prayers (not the frequent God conversations I have in my heart throughout the day), it’s very robotic and not nearly as penitent as it should be. At the end of each day, if I took the time to think about it, there are probably many blips or irregularities on my spiritual ultrasound. I need to discuss those with my Heavenly Father every day and clean that stuff up. I bet that would make each morning a whole new birth, in a sense. A fresh, clean start. Literally.
And isn’t it interesting that something so scientific and medical could give me insight so spiritual and personal?
Here’s my sweet Natalie hugging the teddy bear they gave her after her little procedure. If I can get my spirit half as bright as hers, I’ll be in good shape, I tell ya.
Post script: I have to say I was genuinely surprised by the “controversy” that popped up in yesterday’s comment thread. Let’s not argue about if one way of fighting pornography is better than another way; we’re all on the SAME TEAM for heaven’s sake. The purpose of the post was simply to say: I have a new project I feel inspired to do. Would anyone like to help me out? Thank you to all of you who make efforts inside and outside of your homes to protect your children from what President Hinckley accurately called a “pernicious evil.” To those of you who offered up some help, I will contact you soon with some direction. (And thank you so much.) I’d be happy to add on any other team members along the way. I firmly believe that if we can all do some part, in our own best way, to fight pornography or any form of inappropriate media, we will make a difference.