God - I curated a lot of names for you
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| Picture taken on day 3 at the ICU |
Summer 2025 broke me and then it remade me.
When my son was critically ill, time felt fragile. Breath felt borrowed. Every hour carried a weight I didn’t know how to hold. In that season, when words failed and fear tried to take over, God met me, not loudly, not visibly, but faithfully.
I couldn’t see Him, yet I saw His handiwork everywhere.
I saw Him in doctors who didn’t give up. In angels that visited- - truly
In strength I didn’t know I had.
In nights that could have ended differently, but didn’t.
In small mercies stacked so quietly they almost went unnoticed-almost.
So I curated names for God, because how do you thank Someone who carried you through the worst days of your life?
I call Him Keeper of Breath.
Watcher in the Night.
The Calm in ICU Corridors.
Hope When Monitors Beeped Too Loud.
The God Who Stayed.
Abba - The Father who held me steady when I was breaking inside.
Jehovah Rapha - The Lord who healed when the situation looked impossible.
The God Who Stayed - You never left the hospital room, not once.
Keeper of My Child - You watched over the life I could not protect alone.
Strength of the Weak - You became strong for me when I had no strength left.
Watcher in the Night - You guarded us through long, sleepless, terrifying nights.
Breath Giver - You sustained every breath when each one mattered.
Lifter of My Head - You helped me stand when grief and fear tried to bury me.
My Hiding Place - You covered me when the news was too heavy to hear.
Faithful Witness - You saw every tear, every prayer, every silent cry.
Hope That Didn’t Die - You kept hope alive when logic said otherwise.Faith wasn’t poetic that summer. It was survival. And somehow, God was present in the ordinary, the clinical, the terrifying and the healing.
I deeply appreciate the God I cannot see, because I have seen His hands at work. And that has been more than enough.