The panic in his voice sent my heart a-pounding and my feet a-running.
I found him on my bed, examining his feet. He looked up at me as I entered the room, face scrunched up in fear.
“My feet! I can see my veins!”
I looked down at his lilly-white ankle and, indeed, saw a blue line distinctly tracing a path from heel to toe.
“It’s okay, honey, it’s supposed to look like that.”
My words did not comfort.
“It feels funny. There’s something wrong!”
My little hypochondriac sat stiffly on the pillow at the head of the bed; perhaps afraid any wrong move might make the blue line explode.
I gently sat down beside him and lifted my foot up beside his.
“See,” I said. “Mommy’s foot has them too.”
Silently, he studied my veiny foot. Under his gaze, I could almost feel the blood pumping through them, conscious of the purpose of these thin blue lines for the first time.
“They’re supposed to look like that?”
The relief in his voice was tangible.
“Why do they look like that?”
“Oh, your veins are how the blood gets throughout your body. Sometimes you can see them through your skin.”
“There’s blood in there? Where does the blood go?”
A quick anatomy lesson ensued, my young son studying his foot the entire time.
As he skipped off to play, the strangeness of the interaction lingered in my mind.
I mean, how many nine-year-olds are driven to panic because they can see their veins through their skin? Granted, my boys have some of the milkiest skin this side of the Mississippi, but come on, the boy was absolutely stricken. And he wouldn’t believe me without seeing my own spidery vehicle.
“Then he said to Thomas, ‘Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.’” (John 20:27)
How many times has our Lord had to show me before I have believed? Too many to usher forth the memories.
“…see my hands…”
So many times I have refused to heed His voice until He shows me His intentions.
My words to my son echo back to me today as I walk a journey of faith guided steps.
“Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” (John 20:29)
Yes, that is what I am today. Blessed.